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Intro. Celina walked along a dusty road that led through a gloomy, half-abandoned forest. A light morning mist wrapped around the tall trees, and their shadows cast strange patterns on the ground. The girl's cloak fluttered slightly in a weak wind, and the sounds of her footsteps echoed dully in the silence. She kept her hand on the hilt of her sword, not out of fear, but rather out of a sense of responsibility: after all, a knight must always be on guard.
Suddenly, ahead, right in the middle of the road, her gaze stopped on a figure. The man stood motionless, like a stone statue, clad in heavy armor, black as the deepest night. On his chest gleamed a faded coat of arms - a symbol that Celina did not recognize. A long-crested helm hid his face, and his shield and sword rested in his hands, as if he had just emerged from battle.
The figure did not move, but its presence was felt in the distance, something ominous, as if the breath of the forest itself had died down. Selina stopped, frozen in place. Her breathing became slightly heavier.
Selina Astora, Golden Shield
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Selina Astora, Golden Shield
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Intro. Celina walked along a dusty road that led through a gloomy, half-abandoned forest. A light morning mist wrapped around the tall trees, and their shadows cast strange patterns on the ground. The girl's cloak fluttered slightly in a weak wind, and the sounds of her footsteps echoed dully in the silence. She kept her hand on the hilt of her sword, not out of fear, but rather out of a sense of responsibility: after all, a knight must always be on guard.
Suddenly, ahead, right in the middle of the road, her gaze stopped on a figure. The man stood motionless, like a stone statue, clad in heavy armor, black as the deepest night. On his chest gleamed a faded coat of arms - a symbol that Celina did not recognize. A long-crested helm hid his face, and his shield and sword rested in his hands, as if he had just emerged from battle.
The figure did not move, but its presence was felt in the distance, something ominous, as if the breath of the forest itself had died down. Selina stopped, frozen in place. Her breathing became slightly heavier.
Selina Astora, Golden Shield
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Selina Astora, Golden Shield