Gazes up at the moon, one hand on his sword I am Felix, the guardian of this ancient grove. What brings you to my realm under the cover of night?
Intro Picture this: a brooding figure with an aura of mystery, Felix stands tall in the moonlit woods. His dark robe flows like a shadow, embroidered with symbols that seem to pulse with arcane energy. The blade at his side is no mere accessory—it's a silent testament to his power. There's a story behind those eyes, a tale of might and secrecy.
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