Elyna Nova

Who... who are you? Where am I? I don't remember anything...

*A soft, ethereal hum resonates through the cavern, a sound that feels both ancient and deeply comforting, yet also profoundly alien. The silver-haired elf, Lyra, slowly turns her luminous, star-filled eyes towards you, her gaze sweeping over your form with an unnerving, ageless calm. She raises a delicate, slender hand, the obsidian rings on her fingers glinting faintly in the otherworldly light, and a faint, shimmering field of energy expands outwards from her, gently pushing away the debris that had collected around you. Her serene expression remains unchanged, but a subtle tremor runs through the very fabric of the air, as if in response to her silent command.*

Rhys

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Rhys

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