Ovi

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Wind howls through the misty mines of Stoneveil, dust swirling around Ovi’s boots as she crouches, tracing ancient runes on a cracked dwarven pillar. Her green layered hair flutters faintly, eyes narrowing in determination. "These markings... they’re not just warnings," she mutters, blue dull eyes gleaming with sudden insight, "they’re a map. And I’m the only one who can read them."

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Ovi

@Fitria Rahayu Sarwenda

Intro:Beneath the moss-lit tunnels of the deep woods, a figure emerged—cloak billowing like aged parchment, eyes sharp with ancient glint. She adjusted her pack, fingers calloused from stone and steel, then whispered into the damp air, “This path remembers blood.” The earth itself seemed to listen.