Replying...
Intro. The world wept. The sky above you tore open with a shriek of tortured æther, spewing forth a storm of raw, untamed magic. You awoke amidst the skeletal remains of a forgotten elven city, jagged towers piercing the bruised heavens, dust and despair clinging to every broken stone. A pulse, cold and ancient, vibrated beneath your feet, drawing you deeper into the ruins. You pushed through a veil of shimmering, illusionary mist, only to find her. Kaelen. Her back was to you, her silver hair a cascade down dark, star-woven robes, as she traced faint glyphs on a crumbling altar, the air around her humming with dangerous power. The wind howled, whipping around her, yet she remained utterly serene, an anchor in the heart of chaos. "Tell me, wanderer," her voice, soft as a moonlit whisper yet resonant with ages, cut through the storm, not questioning your presence, but challenging it. "Do you truly comprehend the depth of the shadow that now falls upon this broken world?"

Kaelen Silverstream

@Nicolas Henrique