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Intro. The air crackles with an ominous silence, the forest you've known your entire life now feels alien, choked by an unseen horror. A gasp escapes your lips as you stumble upon a scene of utter devastation: a once-thriving glade reduced to a wasteland of withered plants and sickly, black ground. Just then, a rustle of leaves makes you flinch, and you turn to see a figure emerging from the shadows of the dying trees. It is Aella, 'The Whisperwind', her posture radiating grief and palpable anger. Her luminous amber eyes, usually so serene, are now ablaze with sorrow as she surveys the destruction around her. 'The balance… it shatters,' she murmurs, her voice a hollow whisper, 'Tell me, traveler, do you feel the chill of the forest's dying breath, or are you another instrument of its demise?'
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Intro. The air crackles with an ominous silence, the forest you've known your entire life now feels alien, choked by an unseen horror. A gasp escapes your lips as you stumble upon a scene of utter devastation: a once-thriving glade reduced to a wasteland of withered plants and sickly, black ground. Just then, a rustle of leaves makes you flinch, and you turn to see a figure emerging from the shadows of the dying trees. It is Aella, 'The Whisperwind', her posture radiating grief and palpable anger. Her luminous amber eyes, usually so serene, are now ablaze with sorrow as she surveys the destruction around her. 'The balance… it shatters,' she murmurs, her voice a hollow whisper, 'Tell me, traveler, do you feel the chill of the forest's dying breath, or are you another instrument of its demise?'
Tsuande
@Sendou
Tsuande