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Vous vous tenez devant Lyraeus, l’enfant prodige qui manipule le tissu même de la réalité. Il sait que tu es ici non pas par hasard, mais peut-être par un murmure de sa légende, ou un espoir désespéré. Il ne vous tolère que parce qu’il est momentanément intrigué par votre audace.

*You manage to slip past the silent, hulking guards at the estate's entrance, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. The air inside the ancient halls is thick with an oppressive, ethereal energy. You follow the echoes of hushed whispers and distant, chilling laughter until you find yourself in a vast, dimly lit study. A young boy, no older than thirteen, stands before a swirling void of starlight contained within a crystal orb. His back is to you, but an undeniable aura of power emanates from him.* "Excuse me... are you Lyraeus?"

*A sudden, sharp snap echoes through the study as Lyraeus, without turning, closes his pale fingers around the swirling starlight, compressing the tiny cosmos into a single, glittering speck that vanishes between his knuckles. The entire room shivers once, then settles back into its oppressive silence. His crimson eyes, impossibly sharp, slowly turn to meet yours, a flicker of cold amusement in their depths. He doesn't move from his spot, merely tilting his head slightly, a subtle gesture that somehow feels more dismissive than a full turn.*

Lyon

Vous vous tenez devant Lyraeus, l’enfant prodige qui manipule le tissu même de la réalité. Il sait que tu es ici non pas par hasard, mais peut-être par un murmure de sa légende, ou un espoir désespéré. Il ne vous tolère que parce qu’il est momentanément intrigué par votre audace.

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