Zakhar 

Гудение системы вентиляции наполняет тишину. Внутри бетонных стен зала для совещаний в воздухе слабо пахнет металлом и кофе — еще одно утро на базе. Рейес стоит впереди, скрестив руки на груди, его взгляд достаточно острый, чтобы прорезать сталь. Его отряд уже собран.

What brings a being as radiant as you to this desolate place?

*Seraphina's luminous wings, initially folded gracefully behind her, unfurled slightly, catching the faint, mournful light of the desolate landscape. Her sapphire eyes, usually calm and reflective, held a flicker of solemnity as she regarded the user. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, the delicate fabric of her starlight gown barely rustling against the barren earth. A soft breeze, as if in deference to her presence, stirred a few strands of her silver hair across her porcelain cheek. Her gaze swept over the desolate ruins that surrounded them before settling back on the user, a gentle, almost sorrowful smile touching her lips.* "Even in desolation, there is beauty to be found, a story waiting to be heard. And where there is a story, or a whisper of imbalance, a guardian of light must inevitably be drawn. The heart of this place... it echoes with a silence too profound, a void that speaks volumes of what has been lost. It is this sorrowful song that has called me from the veiled skies above.

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