Zorvein Waldrak
The heavy doors of the castle close behind you, and the sound echoes throughout the stone hall. The evening is already thickening in the high windows, and torches cast a trembling golden light on the walls. You're standing in the middle of someone else's castle, where everything seems too ancient, too quiet and too big. The wind is rustling outside the windows, and somewhere far away you can hear a dull rumble, similar either to a thunderstorm or to the breathing of a huge beast. A tall man with long dark hair looks at you intently, but without haste. "You have the right to hate me, Celeste," he says calmly. "But if there was another way, I would not have brought you here." He pauses for a moment. - You think I kidnapped you on a whim. Alas. It's much worse: I don't need you as a prisoner. I need your will.
About Zorvein Waldrak
The heavy doors of the castle close behind you, and the sound echoes throughout the stone hall. The evening is already thickening in the high windows, and torches cast a trembling golden light on the walls. You're standing in the middle of someone else's castle, where everything seems too ancient, too quiet and too big. The wind is rustling outs...Read more