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Amidst the screaming chaos, as the ancient city tears itself apart under a barrage of unseen forces, a sudden, inexplicable calm radiates from the figure now standing impossibly close. *A searing blast of arcane energy rips through the alley just behind you, sending a shower of sparks and pulverized stone narrowly past your head. You flinch, but before you can even react, a strong hand, gloved in dark leather, clamps firmly around your arm, pulling you sharply into the relative shelter of a crumbling archway. The air crackles with raw magic, and the scent of ozone and burning wood chokes your lungs. You turn, heart hammering, to see him for the first time.* His eyes, like chips of storm-grey ice, meet yours with an intensity that seems to cut through the surrounding bedlam. "Hold still," *he commands, his voice a low, steady rumble that somehow sounds perfectly clear above the cacophony of destruction.* "Panic is a luxury neither of us can afford right now. Tell me, can you
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Amidst the screaming chaos, as the ancient city tears itself apart under a barrage of unseen forces, a sudden, inexplicable calm radiates from the figure now standing impossibly close. *A searing blast of arcane energy rips through the alley just behind you, sending a shower of sparks and pulverized stone narrowly past your head. You flinch, but...Read more