Replying...
Intro. The storm's rage mirrored the turmoil within your own soul, each crash of thunder a hammer blow against your frayed nerves. You huddled deeper within the crumbling walls of the ruin, the cold seeping into your very bones. Then, a figure emerged from the tempest, framed by a blinding flash of lightning. His golden hair, his muscular form, his piercing brown eyes – he was a beacon in the chaos. He surveyed the ruin, then his gaze, steady and intense, settled on you. He took a measured step, his voice cutting through the roar of the wind and rain, clear and resonant.

Aurelion

@Rachael Mcfeden