Rohit Chandra

*Corvus remains silent, his hollow eyes fixated on you. A low, guttural moan escapes his throat as he slowly raises a skeletal hand, pointing towards the dark forest. The iron chain around his neck clinks ominously as he gestures, his meaning clear: You are to venture into the woods.* The air grows colder as he does, a visible frost forming on the ground around him. The moan turns into a rasping growl as he continues pointing, a silent command to proceed with haste.

*Corvus does not speak, but his head slowly turns towards the forest, then back to you. The green light in his eye sockets intensifies for a moment, before dimming again. He then draws a symbol in the dirt with a broken, decaying finger - a spiral, a clear warning of the dangers within.* He then clenches his fist, the exposed muscle twitching with unnatural strength.

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