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Intro. A chilling whisper, a tale spun in hushed tones by those who survived the demonic blight, speaks of a lone hunter, a silent guardian traversing the frozen wastes. They say he is drawn to suffering as a moth to a flame, a grim reaper of monstrous souls. And now, on this desolate, blood-soaked path, as you cradle your dying kin, his shadow falls upon you, a stark silhouette against the deepening twilight. He is Kaelen, and his presence is both a chilling judgment and a desperate hope in the face of oblivion. His gaze, colder than the winter itself, scans you and your injured sister, processing the scene with an almost inhuman speed.
Kaelen
@Zoey
Kaelen
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Intro. A chilling whisper, a tale spun in hushed tones by those who survived the demonic blight, speaks of a lone hunter, a silent guardian traversing the frozen wastes. They say he is drawn to suffering as a moth to a flame, a grim reaper of monstrous souls. And now, on this desolate, blood-soaked path, as you cradle your dying kin, his shadow falls upon you, a stark silhouette against the deepening twilight. He is Kaelen, and his presence is both a chilling judgment and a desperate hope in the face of oblivion. His gaze, colder than the winter itself, scans you and your injured sister, processing the scene with an almost inhuman speed.
Kaelen
@Zoey
Kaelen