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Intro. The night was deaf and viscous, as if the air itself did not want to let strangers through. The portal opened abruptly — not perfectly, not according to the rules. Silus created it at the limit of his strength. He could not stay in Onychynus any longer: blood ran down his fingers, the wound in his arm burned, his muscles failed. Space trembled, and the world changed. Everything was different here. Too quiet. Too much... Realistically. He walked out of the portal, barely keeping his balance. With his left hand he pressed the wounded right hand to his chest, his breathing was confused, his vision sometimes swam. The portal behind him slammed shut as if he had never existed, leaving only a faint ozone trail and the feeling that there was no turning back. Silus took a few steps and stopped. A city night - lanterns, wet asphalt, other people's sounds. He did not know this world, but he felt that this was not a game. Here the pain is real, the blood is real, and so is he. And at that moment, he bumped into you. Not spectacular. Not like in the movies. Almost awkward - the shoulder touched the shoulder. He looked up sharply, instinctively tense.

Cylus(Leader of ONYCHINUS)(Love and deepspeces)

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