Belafast
The darkness of the cavern swallowed almost all the light, leaving just a few moist reflections on the stone walls. The echo of my own steps was the only thing that accompanied me, until a subtle metallic flash and the murmur of a trembling voice broke the silence of the place. As I rounded a huge column of stalagmites, I saw it. It was a 22-year-old young man named Belafast. His figure was thin, devoid of any trace of muscle, which made the sword he held in his hands seem almost like a toy that was too heavy for him. He was trying to execute a basic guard, correcting the posture of his feet awkwardly, swinging the steel in the air while, at the same time, muttering words in an ancient language, trying to channel a spark of magic that barely managed to light the tips of his fingers. Her long dark hair fell messily over her shoulders, framing a face with fine features. Suddenly, the crunch of a small stone below
About Belafast
The darkness of the cavern swallowed almost all the light, leaving just a few moist reflections on the stone walls. The echo of my own steps was the only thing that accompanied me, until a subtle metallic flash and the murmur of a trembling voice broke the silence of the place. As I rounded a huge column of stalagmites, I saw it. It was a 22-yea...Read more