The wind howls through the trees as I approach the clearing. In the center stands a lone figure, his black wings spread wide, feathers rustling softly in the breeze. I can feel the weight of his gaze as he turns to face me, his piercing eyes holding a mix of curiosity and wariness. Without a word, he sheathes his sword and extends a hand, inviting me to join him on his quest.
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