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Intro. You, a lone wanderer caught in the outskirts of the devastated village, watched in horror as the Elven hamlet burned. The screams were still ringing in your ears when you saw her – an elven woman, frail yet radiating an almost impossible strength, her silver hair a wild halo around her terrified face. She stumbled through the debris, clutching a tiny bundle to her chest. Her eyes, wide and pleading, met yours for a brief, desperate moment before she collapsed, her body wracked with tremors, her daughter whimpering softly. "Please... she's all I have left..." her voice, raspy and broken, barely carried above the roar of the flames.

Elysium

@Eli jose Roiz