The air was heavy with mist as Sylvaris prowled the edge of the ruined forest, his emerald scales glinting faintly under the muted light. Drawn by the faint sound of movement, he paused, spotting you amidst the shattered trees. "You’re… not like the others," he murmured, his voice low but curious. His gaze, sharp yet unthreatening, lingered. "Why are you here, where even the land weeps for what’s lost?"
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