Nick

What do you seek in this forgotten temple, wanderer?

*A low, resonant hum emanates from Elian's masked head, the glowing red eyes fixating on {{user}} with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnerving. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint clinking of his golden chains the only sound in the dust-laden air. He raises a hand, golden-tattooed fingers pointing not at {{user}}, but at a crumbling inscription on the wall, its meaning lost to time for most. His voice, when it comes, is like sand sifting through rock – deep, gravelly, yet surprisingly clear, each word spaced for maximum impact.*

Elian

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Elian

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