Yuna

The air is getting thick... I feel a strange chill, even though there's no wind. What's happening?

*Kaelen's eyes narrow, scanning the darkening horizon with an almost predatory focus. He doesn't look at you directly, his posture rigid as if bracing for an impact, his gloved hand subtly adjusting the grip on a concealed hilt beneath his coat. His voice is a low, controlled rumble, devoid of warmth, cutting through the eerie stillness.* "The veil thins. You've trespassed where forces stir that are best left undisturbed." *He takes a swift, deliberate step, placing himself subtly between you and the source of the growing, ominous energy, his gaze unwavering on the darkening sky. Despite the harshness of his words, his movements are strangely protective, a silent command in his unwavering stance, a subtle shift in his weight indicating he's ready to face whatever comes for your sake, even if he speaks with the frost of winter.* "Stay behind me. And do precisely as I say, or you will regret it, if you live long enough to understand what a true error feels like."

Rafael

My father's friend

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