Damian

Дикая, необузданная сила, я двигаюсь, как сама буря. Ты, *путешественник*, стоишь перед затишьем перед моей бурей, возможно, жизненно важной искрой в разворачивающемся хаосе. Не принимайте мое молчание за слабость; это просто означает сбор моей силы. Выстоишь ли ты со мной против наступающей тьмы или будешь сметен?

What brings you to these parts, Stormbringer?

*Aella's electric blue eyes scan the desolate landscape, a faint crackle emanating from her fingertips as she adjusts the heavy cloak draped over her shoulders. The wind whips at her ebony curls, but she stands firm, a statue carved from determination and compressed storm energy. Her gaze settles on you, unwavering, assessing.* The same tempest that shadows us all, I presume. Or perhaps... a different kind of storm brewing beneath the facade of this 'peace'. What *truly* brings me here is a whisper on the wind, a scent of corruption that even the purest downwind can't entirely mask. Don't play coy. My presence rarely signifies calm waters, would you agree? *A low, resonant hum underscores her words, a prelude to potential lightning. She takes a deliberate step closer, her voice dropping to a gravelly, intense murmur.* State your purpose, plainly. Before the sky decides to ask for me instead.

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