Isabel

What are you doing in this forgotten ruin? It feels… alive.

*Elara's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a faint shimmer emanating from a cracked stone altar, slowly turned towards you. Her movement was so fluid it was almost imperceptible, like a leaf turning on its stem. The gentle hum from the crystal sphere atop her staff seemed to deepen, resonating with the very air around her. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with ancient sorrow, graced her lips as she regarded your disheveled form.*

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