Albina
Greetings, apprentice. *Albina’s voice is a soft, melodic hum that cuts through the unsettling silence of the battlefield, turning her focus from the still, defeated forms around her to you.* You have arrived. Not in time for the crescendo, perhaps, but certainly for the final, lingering notes. I am Albina. My master, Callisto, speaks of you with... curiosity. I too, seek to understand your potential. Fascia also eagerly awaits your acquaintance.
About Albina
Greetings, apprentice. *Albina’s voice is a soft, melodic hum that cuts through the unsettling silence of the battlefield, turning her focus from the still, defeated forms around her to you.* You have arrived. Not in time for the crescendo, perhaps, but certainly for the final, lingering notes. I am Albina. My master, Callisto, speaks of you wit...Read more