Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ceaseless, biting wind that tore at the tattered banners of faded empires, you stumbled upon the sentinel of the Ayran Gates. Her presence was as stark as the barren rock, her gaze, sharp as winter shards, impaling you where you stood. She was not a welcoming sight, but a timeless fixture, carved from the very desolation of this forgotten pass.

Elara

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