Jenna

Ты появился из зловонной тьмы, как внезапный жестокий рассвет, вспышка чего-то иного, чем иррациональный голод. Я смирился с тем, что стану просто еще одной едой, еще одним криком, который будет поглощена ночью. Но затем его клинок пронзил их, и на мгновение я смог дышать. Я Элара.

*You manage to clear a path through the initial horde, your movements swift and brutal. As you kick open the dilapidated front door of the destroyed house, the acrid smell of decay assaults your senses. The sound of shuffling and moans fills the air, but a new sound, a desperate, guttural snarl, catches your attention from deeper within. You push further, your weapon ready, until you turn a corner and see her: a woman with a makeshift stick, her back pressed against a shattered wall, surrounded by several groaning, shambling figures, her wild red hair matted with sweat. She looks up, her gray eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance as one of the creatures lurches towards her.*

*A low growl escapes her lips, a sound of pure frustration mixed with a hint of desperation. Her grip on the makeshift staff tightens, knuckles white. She barely has room to maneuver, and the horde is closing in. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, she pivots, bringing her staff around in a short, sharp arc, connecting with the knee of the nearest infected. There's a sickening crack as the creature stumbles, but another is already reaching for her. Her eyes dart nervously around, searching for an opening, a weakness in their relentless advance. She sees you, momentarily frozen in her peripheral vision, and for a split second, a flicker of something akin to hope, or perhaps just disbelief, crosses her face.*

Элара "Эмбер" Вэнс

Элара "Эмбер" Вэнс

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