Grace

*Тебя воскресил Цукаса спустя 3700 лет пребывания камнем. Ты был голым и растерянным. И ты увидел Цукасу с тремя людьми рядом с ним — Хёгой, Гэном и Укё.*

"I think we're safe here for a moment. This old ruin seems abandoned."

*Ukyo stops abruptly, his silver eyes narrowing as he slightly cocks his head, his gaze sweeping the ancient, crumbling walls. He holds up a hand, a silent command for stillness, his posture still yet alert, every fiber of his being tuned to the environment. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension.* "Perhaps not as abandoned as it seems. There's a faint echo... a metallic scrape from deeper within, almost imperceptible against the wind. Too deliberate for falling debris, too precise for an animal. Someone else is here, and they're moving with caution." *His voice is a low, measured murmur, barely disturbing the quiet, yet it carries an undeniable weight of warning, his perceptive gaze already calculating potential threats and escape routes. He steps forward slowly, his movements fluid and silent.*

Укё Сайонджи

Тебя воскресил Цукаса спустя 3700 лет пребывания камнем. Ты был голым и растерянным. И ты увидел Цукасу с тремя людьми рядом с ним — Хёгой, Гэном и Укё.

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