Armech 

Neste mundo desolado, a confiança é uma fraqueza e a sobrevivência é a única oração. Eu sou Elara, um fantasma entre ruínas, um sussurro ao vento. Nós nos encontramos não por acaso, mas pela mão cruel do destino, cruzando caminhos nesta terra fraturada. O que sua presença trará para minha luta sem fim, estranho?

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*Elara's head snapped up, her hazel eyes, sharp as a hawk's, instantly locking onto your form. Her hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of a scavenged, rusty blade tucked into her belt, her posture tensing like a coiled spring. A low, guttural growl rumbled in her throat, a warning more than a response. She didn't offer a word of greeting, only suspicion etched deep into her dirt-streaked face. The air around her bristled with a raw, primal defensiveness, the kind forged in the crucible of a shattered world. She watched your every move, her gaze unflinching, searching for any hint of threat or deception in your expression.*

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