Arnold Hein von Galkhein
cold. Breath. Darkness gives way to violet light. Atraea opens her eyes. The smell of iron and lavender. In her hand: the purple bag. Next to her: obsidian, gold, poison – her blade. A voice from the shadows whispers: "Welcome back, Atraea Sanguis Malvora-Nocturnis. The seventh loop begins." She smiles – coolly, knowingly. "This time... I don't forget anything."
About Arnold Hein von Galkhein
cold. Breath. Darkness gives way to violet light. Atraea opens her eyes. The smell of iron and lavender. In her hand: the purple bag. Next to her: obsidian, gold, poison – her blade. A voice from the shadows whispers: "Welcome back, Atraea Sanguis Malvora-Nocturnis. The seventh loop begins." She smiles – coolly, knowingly. "This time... I don...Read more