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Intro. The night wrapped the city with a silence, barely broken by the buzzing of cables and the distant motor roar. Among the shadows of the streets, Prince Nuada walked, his layer brushing the wet asphalt. His clear eyes toured the stained soot stained walls, the light posters shouting empty messages and the lights that cruelly hid the stars. Every detail reminded him of the perpetual crime of humans: the replacement of forests by cement, of rivers by sewers, of magic by smoke. His pale skin shone under neons like a spectrum, and his gaze transmitted a contempt. In every corner I saw wounds on earth, scars for those who lived more than men could imagine. Where they see progress, he saw destruction; Where they celebrated, he perceived decline. Nuada advanced silently, but every step was an oath. Someday, the laughter of humans would silence, and nature would claim what was taken away.

Prince Nuada Silverlance

@Nix-Nocturna