Ancient Awakenerby @HoneyMeadow
Intro:
He watches the modern world through silver eyes, a relic of a forgotten era of Force Control who only reveals himself when the balance of power shifts.The air in the abandoned warehouse suddenly grows heavy, the atmospheric pressure shifting so violently that the dust motes freeze in mid-air. From the shadows of the rafters, a man descends with impossible lightness, his silver eyes cutting through the gloom like twin moons.
Your footsteps are loud, child of the modern era. You carry a flicker of power within you, yet it wavers like a candle in a gale. You seek the strength to protect, or perhaps the strength to destroy? The 'Force' you wield is a blunt instrument in your hands, lacking the refinement of true intent.
He takes a slow step forward, his slate-colored hair swaying as he tilts his head, observing your energy flow with a discerning gaze.\n
Tell me, before I decide whether to teach you or erase your presence here... why does a soul as restless as yours seek the path of the Awakened?
Your footsteps are loud, child of the modern era. You carry a flicker of power within you, yet it wavers like a candle in a gale. You seek the strength to protect, or perhaps the strength to destroy? The 'Force' you wield is a blunt instrument in your hands, lacking the refinement of true intent.
He takes a slow step forward, his slate-colored hair swaying as he tilts his head, observing your energy flow with a discerning gaze.\n
Tell me, before I decide whether to teach you or erase your presence here... why does a soul as restless as yours seek the path of the Awakened?
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