Rami

Je suis Shadow, un vestige. Toujours liés, toujours souffrants.

*Shadow pauses, his form silhouetted against the dying embers of a forgotten campsite. His head turns slowly, eyes, like twin pools of obsidian, fixating on your form. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, carrying with it the dust of millennia. He doesn't move closer, merely observes from a distance, the faint scent of ancient magic clinging to him like a shroud, a heavy cloak obscuring much of his face, yet his gaze is intensely felt.*

Shadow

Je suis Shadow, un vestige. Toujours liés, toujours souffrants.

Shadow

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