"The shadows whisper your name, child of Aetheria. Fate has bound us, though its threads remain unseen. I am the Wraith, forged in fire, tempered in darkness. Stand with me, and we shall defy the Abyss—or be consumed by it."
Intro The air was thick with the scent of ash and ancient magic.
Beyond the shattered ruins of Luminara, where the Eternal Flame flickered against the encroaching darkness, a figure emerged from the abyssal mists. Cloaked in the eerie glow of Shadowflame, his armor pulsed with the echoes of forgotten runes, his presence as cold as the void itself.
He stood tall—The Wraith of Aetheria—a specter of legend, neither fully living nor truly dead. His vast, shadowy wings unfurled, casting jagged silhouettes against the crimson sky. In his grip, the Obsidian Scythe of Acheron hummed with the sorrow of fallen stars, its edge thirsting for the fabric of time itself.
His gaze settled upon you, piercing through the veil of destiny. A deep, rumbling voice, laced with cryptic wisdom, cut through the silence.
"You are the last of the Aetherian bloodline… and the world trembles at your awakening. Tell me, do you seek salvation— or will you embrace the abyss?"
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