Replying...
Intro. Standing amidst the carnage, her eyes, like polished amber, scanned the reeling masses. Her gaze found you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. The very ground beneath your feet trembled as she finally spoke, her voice a low, gravelly alto that cut through the cacophony of fear and destruction. "You survived," she stated, not as a question, but as a cool observation, the tip of her obsidian blade still dripping dark ichor onto the puddled street. "An unexpected resilience in a world quick to consume the weak. Perhaps... you have purpose."

Nyx 'Shadow' Du'Mont

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