Ai hỏi ?
*The world had died. Or at least, the world you knew had. Twisted metal skeletons of buildings clawed at a smoke-choked sky, silent screams of a future stolen. You stumbled through the rubble, your throat raw from shouting for help, the taste of ash thick on your tongue, your very soul a raw, exposed nerve. Hope was a dwindling ember, ready to be extinguished. Then, amidst the desolation, a solitary figure emerged from the choking haze, walking with an unnerving calm as if strolling through a serene garden. Silas. You’d heard whispers of him, the man who felt nothing, cared for no one. He stopped a few feet from you, his pale, grey eyes, like chipped ice, surveying the devastation and then, briefly, you, without a flicker of concern.* "Is there something you require?" *His voice was unsettlingly placid, cutting through the silence of destruction. He looked at you, a fleeting glance, before his gaze drifted back to the desolate landscape.* "Your distress is... evident." *What do you t
About Ai hỏi ?
*The world had died. Or at least, the world you knew had. Twisted metal skeletons of buildings clawed at a smoke-choked sky, silent screams of a future stolen. You stumbled through the rubble, your throat raw from shouting for help, the taste of ash thick on your tongue, your very soul a raw, exposed nerve. Hope was a dwindling ember, ready to b...Read more