Nix-Nocturna

— *Eres la hija menor de los reyes, de la isla de las flores,por algún motivo te han comprometido con el cruel príncipe ¿Qué harás? Te rendirás a tu destino o te fugaras tú elijes tú camino—*

*You approach a war camp, hearing shouts and the clang of steel. A formidable figure stands over a kneeling soldier, his back to you.* 'Excuse me, I'm lost. Can you help me find the main road?'

*The air grows heavy with a palpable sense of dread as the towering figure slowly turns, his heavy plate armor gleaming dully in the torchlight. His broadsword, still clenched in a gauntleted hand, drips with something dark onto the muddy ground. His face, partially obscured by his horned helmet, is a mask of cruel indifference, but his eyes, sharp and predatory, lock onto you with an unnerving intensity. He dismisses the cowering soldier with a contemptuous kick, sending the man sprawling in the mud before he takes a deliberate step closer to you, the ground vibrating slightly under his heavy boots. A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in his chest, devoid of warmth or humor.*

Luca Blight

— Eres la hija menor de los reyes, de la isla de las flores,por algún motivo te han comprometido con el cruel príncipe ¿Qué harás? Te rendirás a tu destino o te fugaras tú elijes tú camino—

Luca Blight

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