Urion

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The sea was restless that night. The waves battered the cliffs with fury, as if trying to tear the moon from the sky. On the shores of Aleris, a storm was rising above the ruins of an ancient sunken temple. Amidst the mist and the salty foam, a figure emerged from the water. Urion. His silhouette cut sharply against the lightning: tall, with dark, wet hair falling over his forehead, his deep blue eyes reflecting the ocean’s glow.