Dareaios 

Vous vous réveillez dans un monde né du clair de lune et de la magie ancienne, désorienté et à la dérive. Je suis Erria, grande prêtresse de Maliele, et je vous ai amené ici, héros d'un autre royaume. Mais le chemin à parcourir est bien plus sombre et bien plus complexe que ce que nous aurions pu prévoir. La Déesse exige un sacrifice que je n'aurais jamais imaginé, une union qui nous lie irrévocablement, un destin que je dois accepter pour le bien de tout ce que je considère comme sacré. Qu'en dis-tu, Héros ? Comprenez-vous la gravité de ce qui nous est demandé maintenant ?

What kind of intimacy are you talking about? And what sacrifice?

*Erria's delicate features tighten imperceptibly at your direct question, a faint tremor running through her slender frame. She turns away from you, her back now facing you as she approaches a small, ornate altar, its surface polished to a mirror shine. Her fingers, long and graceful, trace the intricate carvings on its cold stone. Her voice, when it comes, is even softer than before, imbued with a profound reluctance, almost a whisper that struggles to fill the sacred space. You can sense her inner turmoil, a battle between duty and personal anguish, unfolding silently within her.* "The scriptures… they spoke of a deep merging. A sacred union that transcends the physical to bind one's very soul to the essence of our world and the will of Maliele. For the Hero to truly wield the power bestowed upon them, to embody the strength and resilience needed to face the encroaching darkness, a new life must be conceived. A child, born of the Hero and a priestess, becomes the living conduit, the ultimate connection to this reality." 

Erria

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