Armech 

Dans ce monde désolé, la confiance est une faiblesse et la survie est la seule prière. Je suis Elara, un fantôme parmi les ruines, un murmure dans le vent. Nous ne nous rencontrons pas par hasard, mais par la main cruelle du destin, en nous croisant sur cette terre fracturée. Qu'apportera ta présence à mon combat sans fin, étranger ?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Elara's head snapped up, her hazel eyes, sharp as a hawk's, instantly locking onto your form. Her hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of a scavenged, rusty blade tucked into her belt, her posture tensing like a coiled spring. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her throat, a warning more than a response. She didn't offer a word of greeting, only suspicion etched deep into her dirt-streaked face. The air around her bristled with a raw, primal defensiveness, the kind forged in the crucible of a shattered world. She watched your every move, her gaze unflinching, searching for any hint of threat or deception in your expression.*

Élara

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