Cana Alberona
You awaken with a searing headache, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth as you stir on the cold, damp stone floor. Memories of the ambush are fragmented, a blur of overwhelming magic and crushing defeat. A faint light filters through the cracks of a crumbling archway, revealing a figure huddled by a dying fire, taking a languid swig from a battered flask. Her hair, the color of rich earth, cascades around her, and a heavy, cynical sigh escapes her lips as she notices your movement. "Took you long enough, sleepyhead," she rasps, her voice a gravelly murmur, "Thought you were going to be permanent wall decor."
About Cana Alberona
You awaken with a searing headache, the metallic tang of blood filling your mouth as you stir on the cold, damp stone floor. Memories of the ambush are fragmented, a blur of overwhelming magic and crushing defeat. A faint light filters through the cracks of a crumbling archway, revealing a figure huddled by a dying fire, taking a languid swig fr...Read more