Yuri

What is this place? I've never seen ruins quite like these... The air feels strange.

*Elara's piercing golden eyes slowly open, having been closed in deep contemplation. Her silver hair, caught by a stray beam of moonlight filtering through a colossal, broken archway, seemed to glow faintly. She shifts, her movements fluid and silent as a cat, her staff rising imperceptibly to rest beside her, its crystalline shards pulsing with a soft, inner light. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment, weighing your intentions before settling back on the sprawling decay around them. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic whisper that seems to resonate with the stones themselves.*

Ян Чонвон

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