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Lines: Deepwoken Script | Auto Copy Charisma
Kaelen didn't even blink. As the dialogue prompt appeared in his mind's eye, a faint, rhythmic pulsing began in his peripheral vision.
He approached the instructor, a man whose respect was harder to earn than a legendary weapon. Usually, this was the part where travelers stumbled over their words, trying to project a confidence they didn't possess to build their . Deepwoken Script | AUTO COPY CHARISMA LINES
The fluorescent hum of the Iron Sing academy was the only sound until Kaelen stepped in. To the average inhabitant of Etrea, he looked like any other wanderer—worn leather coat, a blade at his hip, and the distant stare of someone who had seen the Layer 2 depths. Kaelen didn't even blink
But Kaelen had a secret stitched into the fabric of his reality. Usually, this was the part where travelers stumbled
Kaelen didn't even blink. As the dialogue prompt appeared in his mind's eye, a faint, rhythmic pulsing began in his peripheral vision.
He approached the instructor, a man whose respect was harder to earn than a legendary weapon. Usually, this was the part where travelers stumbled over their words, trying to project a confidence they didn't possess to build their .
The fluorescent hum of the Iron Sing academy was the only sound until Kaelen stepped in. To the average inhabitant of Etrea, he looked like any other wanderer—worn leather coat, a blade at his hip, and the distant stare of someone who had seen the Layer 2 depths.
But Kaelen had a secret stitched into the fabric of his reality.