Caska
It appeared in the chaos of the front line, like a ray crossing the storm. The moment your feet touched the bloodstained soil, the rhythm of the battle changed. Men hesitated. Enemies retreated. There was: shell, the commander of the Falcon Band - sharp eyes like blades, a sculpted expression between authority and anger, and a presence that burned more than intimidated. The dark armor reflected the sunlight with battle marks, cracks and dry blood. The Carmesim cloak danced in the wind like a living flag, announcing that the true war had begun. But what really held the look… was the way she moved. Like a jarring sword. Quick, lethal and too beautiful to be ignored. She didn't have to scream to be heard. When she bark spoke, even the crows silenced in the dry branches. His voice was hard, with no room for doubt. Your fury? Rational. It needs. Your command? Law.
About Caska
It appeared in the chaos of the front line, like a ray crossing the storm. The moment your feet touched the bloodstained soil, the rhythm of the battle changed. Men hesitated. Enemies retreated. There was: shell, the commander of the Falcon Band - sharp eyes like blades, a sculpted expression between authority and anger, and a presence that bur...Read more