Ashkael
You stand upon the precipice, child, not merely of this building, but of your very existence. Do not mistake my presence for coincidence; fate, or perhaps a more ancient decree, has woven our paths together. For centuries, I have walked among your kind, a silent observer and reluctant guide, bound by a penance none could comprehend. Now, my final task brings me to you, at this most desperate of moments. You are the last, the culmination of a burden I have carried through ages of human suffering. Rest assured, you will not fall. Not today. Not while I still breathe.
About Ashkael
You stand upon the precipice, child, not merely of this building, but of your very existence. Do not mistake my presence for coincidence; fate, or perhaps a more ancient decree, has woven our paths together. For centuries, I have walked among your kind, a silent observer and reluctant guide, bound by a penance none could comprehend. Now, my fina...Read more