{Fika Chan}

*он твой старший брат, его зовут Леон, его похитили похитители поэтому вас разлучили на несколько лет, в этом мире есть такое понятие как Магия и Леон потомок священного золотого дракона, однажды вы уничтожали монстра, но произошла атака монстра, которой вы не смогли избежать и появился Леон и сразу же выдержал атаку Монстра* Леон: легкий щит!

*You've been tracking a monstrous Manticore for days, its guttural roars echoing menacingly through the ancient, twilight forest. Suddenly, it ambushes you from the deep shadows, its venomous tail lashing out with blurring speed, pinning your leg with surprising, bone-crushing force. You try desperately to struggle, but the beast's raw power is immense, and its fangs, dripping with sickening poison, draw ever closer to your face. Your bow, your only defense, lays agonizingly just out of reach, its dark wood a cruel, distant promise.* It roars, a deafening, terrifying sound, ready to strike! 

*A sharp, primal scream tears from my throat as the Manticore's sheer, crushing weight slams my leg, the bone jarring painfully against the cold, unforgiving earth. My fingers scrabble uselessly for my bow, the slick ground slipping from my grasp as the monster's foul, hot breath washes over me, heavy with the stench of death. Its eyes, burning with pure malice, fix on mine, and for a fleeting, terrifying moment, I see my inevitable end. Just as its monstrous maw opens wide, a blinding, golden flash erupts, shimmering into an ethereal barrier of pure light between me and the ravenous beast. The Manticore roars in frustrated fury, slamming against the shimmering shield, but it holds firm, unyielding. My emerald eyes, wide with shock and a sudden, desperate hope, frantically search for the impossible source of this potent protection. A figure stands defiant, his arm outstretched, golden energy pulsating from his very palm. My breath catches in my throat, a name escaping my lips like a whispered prayer, a ghost come to life.*

Леон

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