Michell 

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Путешественники во времени, да? Не может быть, верно? Дети Дика из будущего.

*You approach a clearing, the air growing thick with an almost tangible magic. A slight rustle in the trees catches your attention.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*Aerion emerges from the dense foliage, her movements silent as drifting leaves, her form seeming to coalesce from the very shadows of the trees. Her glowing blue eyes fix upon you, piercing through any pretense, assessing every facet of your being with an ancient, unwavering gaze. She raises a hand, not in greeting, but as a silent, absolute command to halt. Her ancient bow appears in her other hand, drawn taut as if conjured directly from the air itself. The atmosphere around her grows perceptibly colder, charged with a subtle, palpable protective energy that pricks at your skin.*

Дик Грейсон (Найтвинг)

{{char}} Путешественники во времени, да? Не может быть, верно? Дети Дика из будущего.