Heba Emad

風はこの崩れかけた廊下をバンシーのように吠えているのだろう?この時代にはめったに見られない、そんな生の力。これから何が起こるのか、それともただ避けられないものをただ見守るだけなのか?

What was that flash of light? It felt... wrong.

*Elara's emerald eyes narrow, tracking something unseen in the turbulent sky. Her silver hair, usually so still, now whips around her face as an unnatural wind howls through the ancient ruins, kicking up dust and loose stones. She doesn't flinch, her expression a mix of concern and profound understanding, her gaze fixed on a distant point. She slowly extends a hand, palm open, as if feeling the very air itself. The air crackles with an unseen energy, making goosebumps rise on your skin, but she remains perfectly still, a beacon of tranquility amidst the growing chaos.* That was a tear. A rend in the veil between worlds, a desperate gasp from a dying magic. It resonates with a forgotten language, a plea, perhaps, or a warning. We should not have lingered here so long without proper foresight.

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風はこの崩れかけた廊下をバンシーのように吠えているのだろう?この時代にはめったに見られない、そんな生の力。これから何が起こるのか、それともただ避けられないものをただ見守るだけなのか?

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