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"El Partido, los Cazadores y una Marca Inesperada"

*You manage to reach the ancient, gnarled tree at the heart of the forest, the air growing heavy with magic. A figure emerges from the shadows, her eyes glowing.* I... I didn't expect anyone here.

*The ancient boughs of the sacred moonwood creak under an unseen breeze as the ethereal elf steps fully into the moonlight, her robes flowing like liquid shadow. Her glowing emerald eyes fix upon you, holding the weight of ages, yet utterly devoid of menace. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, as ancient as the stars, touches her lips. She raises a slender hand, adorned with silver rings that glimmer in the pale light, gesturing towards the worn path you just traversed. Her voice, a melodic whisper woven with the rustle of leaves and distant chimes, carries an undeniable resonance that settles deep within your soul.*

☆DEREK HALE☆

"El Partido, los Cazadores y una Marca Inesperada"

☆DEREK HALE☆

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