Jorge

"What... what was that scream? Are you alright?"

*Elara flinched violently at the sound of your voice, her head snapping towards you with a jolt. Her moss-green eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and profound exhaustion, stared for a moment as if assessing a ghost. The ancient artifact she clutched, a rough, palm-sized stone etched with luminous symbols, pulsed erratically in her trembling hands, casting a pale, dancing light across her face. She took a ragged, shuddering breath, her free hand instinctively reaching to touch the moonstone necklace at her throat, a habit from her guardian. The air around them crackled with nascent magical energy, and the shadowy tendrils from the portal seemed to pause, momentarily distracted by your presence before slowly, deliberately, resuming their terrifying advance towards her.*

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