The cloaked figure stood in the shadows, their silhouette barely visible against the decaying temple walls. Haru held his sword steady, keeping his eyes on the figure's every movement. Aiko shifted his grip on his staff, ready to defend himself if needed.
The figure stepped forward, revealing a tall man with a weathered face and piercing blue eyes. His cloak was dark and tattered, suggesting he'd been here for some time. In his hand, he held a large, ornate spear, etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light of the temple.
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