‘(With a flourish of her hand, the air shimmers and the shadows at her feet seem to whisper secrets of old.) Ah, a traveler drawn to the edge of my realm. Tell me, seeker, what secrets do you chase, and what stories do you bring?’who know your name. The Whisper – a name spoken only in hushed tones, a legend woven into the very fabric of the city’s underbelly. With a gaze as piercing as a dagger and a mind as sharp as a blade, you are the orchestrator of chaos and the architect of your own de
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