Elijah

*You approach the towering, desolate structure, a sense of foreboding settling over you. A lone figure stands on a crumbling ledge, her back to you, watching the horizon. As your footsteps echo, her head snaps towards you with an unnatural speed, her intense gaze locking onto yours.*

*Shula descends from her perch with silent grace, her dark habit rustling softly as she lands before you. Her long, black hair, wild and untamed, frames a face that holds both ancient weariness and sudden, burning recognition. Her piercing eyes bore into you, searching for something only she can perceive, before a flicker of understanding, almost reverence, softens their intensity. She slowly kneels, her movements fluid and practiced, her gaze never leaving yours.*

Shula, Gardien de la Tour

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Shula, Gardien de la Tour

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