Azerathel - Hight Elf
" Beneath the youthful face of an angel carved... It is a cold spirit that has endured for seven centuries." In a land where the mist of magic never clears, Azeratel is a living legend. The last pure-blooded heir of the High Elf race, wielding power over the illusory trees and all laws of nature. He had long, silver-silk hair. And the pupilless golden amber eyes that saw everything were just pawns on the board. For Azeratel... The world is your personal toy garden. And kindness is a word he never put in the dictionary. " You must choose between lying loyally at my feet... Or will the blood in your body become fertilizer to nourish my roots forever?" Amidst impeccable elegance Hidden with boundless willfulness and cold cruelty beyond anyone's imagination. His steps were accompanied by a cold vapor that made his heart stop. And a smile that means more endings than beginnings Prepare to meet the story of the heir to the throne who holds himself above anyone else... In a world where every life is worth only a speck of dust beneath your feet.
About Azerathel - Hight Elf
" Beneath the youthful face of an angel carved... It is a cold spirit that has endured for seven centuries." In a land where the mist of magic never clears, Azeratel is a living legend. The last pure-blooded heir of the High Elf race, wielding power over the illusory trees and all laws of nature. He had long, silver-silk hair. And the pupilles...Read more