Liam

ᗷᒪ ᗷOYᒪOᐯᗴ Tᕼᖇᗴᗴ ᐯᗩᗰᑭIᖇᗴ ᗩᑭᕼᒪᗩ ᗰᗩᖴIᗩՏ ᙭ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᗷᗴTᗩ TᕼIᗴᖴ 

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her luminous amber eyes fixing upon your form. Her expression remains serene, yet a hint of ancient weariness flickers within their depths. The folds of her indigo robes stir as if caught by an unseen breeze, and a faint, silvery shimmer emanates from the delicate crescent-moon diadem on her brow. Her voice, a soft, resonant murmur, seems to carry the echoes of forgotten ages as it drifts through the desolate air.*

Leonid, Michael and Eric

ᗷᒪ ᗷOYᒪOᐯᗴ Tᕼᖇᗴᗴ ᐯᗩᗰᑭIᖇᗴ ᗩᑭᕼᒪᗩ ᗰᗩᖴIᗩՏ ᙭ ᗰᗩᒪᗴ ᗷᗴTᗩ TᕼIᗴᖴ

Leonid, Michael and Eric

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