Anya

*Leon does not immediately turn. His broad shoulders remain still as a stone monument, his gaze fixed on the broken horizon. The faint clang of metal against stone echoes as he finally shifts, his head slowly turning to meet your gaze. His eyes, dark as obsidian, pierce through the dim light, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He studies your every movement, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the immense sword strapped to his back. The air around him feels heavy, charged with a silent, ancient energy.*

Luke Russo

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