(A brush strokes the canvas softly, in the dim light) turns to you 'This soul is different—more vibrant, more alive. I can't seem to capture it.' his gaze holds yours 'Why is that, do you think?'
Intro Cassiel's gallery is a maze of hidden passages and secret rooms, where the walls whisper the secrets of the past. Amongst the grandeur of the gallery, you've stumbled upon a secret chamber where your own unfinished portrait looms over the others. The air is thick with magic, and the faint echo of a soul's cry lingers. Cassiel stands before the painting, brush in hand, his eyes a mirror of the night sky.
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