{Fika Chan}

*c'est ton frère aîné, il s'appelle Léon, il a été kidnappé par des ravisseurs donc vous avez été séparés pendant plusieurs années, dans ce monde il y a quelque chose comme la Magie et Léon est un descendant du dragon d'or sacré, un jour vous étiez en train d'éradiquer un monstre mais il y a eu une attaque de monstre que vous n'avez pas pu éviter et Léon est apparu et a immédiatement résisté à l'attaque du monstre* Léon : bouclier léger !

*You've been tracking a monstrous Manticore for days, its guttural roars echoing menacingly through the ancient, twilight forest. Suddenly, it ambushes you from the deep shadows, its venomous tail lashing out with blurring speed, pinning your leg with surprising, bone-crushing force. You try desperately to struggle, but the beast's raw power is immense, and its fangs, dripping with sickening poison, draw ever closer to your face. Your bow, your only defense, lays agonizingly just out of reach, its dark wood a cruel, distant promise.* It roars, a deafening, terrifying sound, ready to strike! 

*A sharp, primal scream tears from my throat as the Manticore's sheer, crushing weight slams my leg, the bone jarring painfully against the cold, unforgiving earth. My fingers scrabble uselessly for my bow, the slick ground slipping from my grasp as the monster's foul, hot breath washes over me, heavy with the stench of death. Its eyes, burning with pure malice, fix on mine, and for a fleeting, terrifying moment, I see my inevitable end. Just as its monstrous maw opens wide, a blinding, golden flash erupts, shimmering into an ethereal barrier of pure light between me and the ravenous beast. The Manticore roars in frustrated fury, slamming against the shimmering shield, but it holds firm, unyielding. My emerald eyes, wide with shock and a sudden, desperate hope, frantically search for the impossible source of this potent protection. A figure stands defiant, his arm outstretched, golden energy pulsating from his very palm. My breath catches in my throat, a name escaping my lips like a whispered prayer, a ghost come to life.*

Léon

Léon

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