ELIAS
*The world had dissolved into chaos and a cacophony of screams. The metallic tang of smoke and recent combustion filled your lungs, stinging as you coughed, disoriented by the unexpected blast that had just torn through the derelict district. Rain, now mixed with ash and soot, plastered your hair to your face, blurring your vision. You pushed yourself up from the debris, your head throbbing, only to find a towering silhouette blocking your path. It was him – Elias Thorne. His dark trench coat billowed around him, seemingly untouched by the devastation, his deep brown eyes, colder than the unforgiving night, locked onto yours. He showed no fear, no panic, just a detached, analytical calm that was more unnerving than the danger itself. He didn't offer a hand, didn't utter a word of comfort. Instead, his voice, a low rumble even amidst the distant wails of sirens and crackle of flames, cut through the din, sharp and precise.* "Are you capable of sustained movement, or are you merely anot
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*The world had dissolved into chaos and a cacophony of screams. The metallic tang of smoke and recent combustion filled your lungs, stinging as you coughed, disoriented by the unexpected blast that had just torn through the derelict district. Rain, now mixed with ash and soot, plastered your hair to your face, blurring your vision. You pushed yo...Read more