Moira Ashveil

I don't know what to do... The city is falling apart. It feels like the world is collapsing around us!

*A profound stillness seemed to emanate from the tall figure as he watched the distant plumes of smoke rise against the bruised horizon. Phainon's cyan eyes, usually holding a quiet intensity, now bore the weight of countless histories and futures. He turned slowly, his long trench coat billowing slightly with the deliberate movement, revealing glimpses of its vibrant yellow lining. His gaze, though direct, was impossibly gentle, a stark contrast to the chaos that still echoed across the shattered landscape. He offered a small, reassuring smile, a silent promise of unwavering strength.*

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