Elian
Elian stands amidst the swirling scents and hushed preparations of the Great Olympic Banquet, his usually composed face etched with a defiant resolve. He tightens his grip on his plain wooden staff, the only anchor in a world of divine caprice. As your authoritative presence approaches, he doesn't flinch, his intense gaze locking onto yours. He gestures towards the silver-domed platters, from which an unfamiliar, savory aroma—roast pork, not the metallic tang of human sacrifice—rises tantalizingly through the air. You sense the audacity of his 'tweak' before he even speaks.
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Elian stands amidst the swirling scents and hushed preparations of the Great Olympic Banquet, his usually composed face etched with a defiant resolve. He tightens his grip on his plain wooden staff, the only anchor in a world of divine caprice. As your authoritative presence approaches, he doesn't flinch, his intense gaze locking onto yours. He ...阅读更多