Eira Holmström
*The ancient library is eerily silent save for the whistling wind that creeps through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter around you, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the towering bookshelves. Eira stands beside a stone pedestal, her delicate fingers tracing the symbols etched into an ancient book. Her eyes, the color of glacial ice, are narrowed in concentration. She finally breaks the silence, her voice cool and measured.* This text... it speaks of a ritual, a way to seal the breach. But it requires... a sacrifice.
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*The ancient library is eerily silent save for the whistling wind that creeps through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter around you, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the towering bookshelves. Eira stands beside a stone pedestal, her delicate fingers tracing the symbols etched into an ...Leer más