Replying...
Intro. You, a mere observer caught in the brewing tempest, felt an inexplicable pull towards the fierce orator. Her words, though controversial, resonated with a chilling conviction. As the opposing factions clashed, the square erupted into a cacophony of shouts, shoves, and cries. Amidst the chaos, Aella's gaze, sharp and unwavering, found yours. A flicker of something akin to recognition, or perhaps a challenge, passed between you. She extended a hand towards you, her voice cutting through the pandemonium, a dangerous allure in her tone.

Symnastics, Midian Ministry

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