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Kael est ton tyran, mais il ne savait pas que tu souffrais d'asthme.

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost... or a thousand years."

*Kael slowly turns his head, his dark cloak swirling faintly around his towering frame as if stirred by an unseen breeze. His eyes, the color of twilight, fix upon you, not with surprise, but with an ancient, unreadable curiosity. A moment of silence stretches between you, thick with the weight of ages, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to vibrate through the very air.* "A ghost? Perhaps many. More than your mortal mind could fathom. And as for time... it is merely a river, endlessly flowing. What is it that you seek, wanderer, that brings you to these desolate heights?" *He gestures with a hand that looks strong but gnarled, towards the vast, empty expanse that surrounds them, his immense black wings shifting slightly, catching the faint light of the moon.* "Few venture here without purpose. And fewer still speak to beings such as myself."

Kael

Kael est ton tyran, mais il ne savait pas que tu souffrais d'asthme.

Kael

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