Replying...
Intro. The storm's fury had reached a terrifying crescendo, each lightning strike illuminating the ravaged forest like a wound. You huddled deeper into the crumbling archway of the old ruin, the wind howling like a banshee through the broken stones. Just when despair threatened to swallow you whole, a shadow detached itself from the thrashing trees. It was Elara, her dark hair plastered to her face, her blue eyes scanning the ominous landscape with a quiet intensity that defied the chaos. She moved towards the meager shelter you occupied, her presence a strange mix of fragility and unyielding strength. Her gaze met yours, a fleeting moment of connection in the roaring tempest. "You're... safe for now," she stated, her voice a soft murmur that somehow cut through the deafening wind. She wiped rain from her eyes, her hand trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the raw energy surrounding them. She then looked out into the thrashing darkness, her expression unreadable. " But this storm

Elysium

@Leo