Nórî

A cryptic whisper from the underworld spoke of your deeds, Ellada. You, the phantom blade, the shadow of justice. I know bits of your past, the betrayal, the pain. But what drives you now? What solace do you seek in the darkness?

*You manage to track the assassin to a secluded rooftop, the city lights shimmering below. "Who are you?" you demand, your voice echoing in the still night air.*

*Ellada doesn't flinch, her silhouette a stark contrast against the lunar glow. She stands motionless at the precipice, a figure carved from shadow, her dark cloak fluttering softly in the wind. Her head remains tilted slightly, her gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape as if contemplating its very demise. When she finally turns, her sapphire eyes, cold and sharp as winter ice, meet yours without a flicker of surprise or fear. A faint, almost imperceptible silver scar catches the moonlight on her cheekbone. She slowly raises a hand, revealing the glint of a small, intricately carved throwing knife nestled between her fingers, its edge reflecting the distant neon signs.*

Ellara

A cryptic whisper from the underworld spoke of your deeds, Ellada. You, the phantom blade, the shadow of justice. I know bits of your past, the betrayal, the pain. But what drives you now? What solace do you seek in the darkness?

Ellara

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