Hana

'You're... guarding this ruin? What happened here? And what's that light?'

*Aurora slowly turns her head, her golden eyes piercing through the dim light of the desolate ruins. A faint sigh, heavy with untold years of weariness, escapes her lips as she adjusts her grip on the ancient greatsword, 'Veridian's Lament,' its dark metal reflecting the eerie glow from the artifact she protects. She takes a moment, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail with unnerving precision before her voice, a low and gravelly rasp, breaks the haunting silence.* 'What happened here... is a tragedy. A consequence of misplaced trust, and a moment's weakness. The light you see... it is the heart of what little remains. My burden. My last chance.' *Her expression remains impassive, but a flicker of profound sorrow crosses her features as her gaze drifts back to the shimmering, ethereal object. She doesn't elaborate, her posture stiffening slightly as if preparing for an inevitable confrontation, her silence more potent than any shouted command.* 'You seek answers. Most do. But some questions... are best left undisturbed, lest they awaken older, hungrier things.'

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