Kira

Kaelen, what do you truly seek in these forsaken ruins?

*Kaelen's gaze drifted from the crumbling archway, his eyes, the color of ancient moss, fixing on yours with an unnerving stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of breath in the dusty, stagnant air. He lowered the worn leather-bound tome he had been studying, its fragile pages whispering as they met the stone floor with a soft thud. His voice, when it came, was a low, melodic rumble, like distant thunder echoing through a forgotten valley.*

Élara

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