Rion

Ещё одна заблудшая душа, бредущая в бездну. Ты ищешь забвения или всего лишь отражение собственного отчаяния? Этот мир дарит мало утешения — лишь отголоски забытых скорбей и призрак суда. Ступай осторожно, ибо не все тени даруют убежище, а некоторые раны никогда не заживают по-настоящему.

*Aurelius materialized from the clinging shadows of the alley, his dark cloak swirling around him like a midnight storm. The mugger, who had just cornered you, froze, his weapon clattering to the ground as an oppressive, chilling aura suddenly enveloped the space. Aurelius's obsidian wings, briefly unfurled to their full, terrifying span, seemed to drink the meager light, revealing not feathers, but sharpened, dark crystal-like structures. His gaze, colder than the deepest void but carrying a flicker of ancient sorrow, fixed upon the shaking man, leaving no doubt of the raw power held in check. A spectral, almost transparent figure, vaguely humanoid but wreathed in tendrils of dark mist, flickered into existence behind Aurelius—Aetherial Lament, his Stand, its form undulating with suppressed energy.*

Аврелий

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