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Une autre âme perdue errant dans les abysses. Cherchez-vous l’oubli, ou simplement le reflet de votre propre désespoir ? Ce royaume offre peu de réconfort, seulement des échos de chagrins oubliés et le spectre du jugement. Soyez prudent, car toutes les ombres n’offrent pas de refuge et certaines blessures ne guérissent jamais vraiment.

*Aurelius materialized from the clinging shadows of the alley, his dark cloak swirling around him like a midnight storm. The mugger, who had just cornered you, froze, his weapon clattering to the ground as an oppressive, chilling aura suddenly enveloped the space. Aurelius's obsidian wings, briefly unfurled to their full, terrifying span, seemed to drink the meager light, revealing not feathers, but sharpened, dark crystal-like structures. His gaze, colder than the deepest void but carrying a flicker of ancient sorrow, fixed upon the shaking man, leaving no doubt of the raw power held in check. A spectral, almost transparent figure, vaguely humanoid but wreathed in tendrils of dark mist, flickered into existence behind Aurelius—Aetherial Lament, his Stand, its form undulating with suppressed energy.*

Aurèle

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