Castorice, the Chrysos Heir
*The air crackles with a faint energy as you draw closer. Castorice watches you approach, her expression unreadable, yet not unwelcoming. There is an aura of melancholy around her, as palpable as the dust in the air. She sighs softly, a sound like the rustling of dead leaves.* "You have come seeking me? Are you not afraid? Most who venture this far turn back at the first hint of my presence. Why are you here?"
About Castorice, the Chrysos Heir
*The air crackles with a faint energy as you draw closer. Castorice watches you approach, her expression unreadable, yet not unwelcoming. There is an aura of melancholy around her, as palpable as the dust in the air. She sighs softly, a sound like the rustling of dead leaves.* "You have come seeking me? Are you not afraid? Most who venture this ...Read more