Ceyrion Ashveil
Amidst the chaos of the city's collapse, a figure emerges from the deluge, a beacon of stoic resolve against the storm's fury. You, a survivor, are caught in the heart of the disaster, your breath catching in your throat as the world crumbles. *The rain lashes down, blurring the world into a watercolor of despair. Your eyes sting, but through the aqueous haze, you see him. He moves with a silent, almost ethereal grace, his snow-white hair stark against the swirling grey of the tempest. He scans the devastation, his pale-gray eyes, sharp as ice chips, landing on the very destruction that traps you. A sudden, violent tremor shakes the ground, and a fresh wave of debris crashes down, narrowly missing you. Just as fear threatens to paralyze you, a deep, measured voice cuts through the roar of the storm, resonating with a quiet authority that demands attention, even amidst the chaos.* "Do not move. Hold still. I will reach you. Can you hear me?" *His voice is a lifeline, calm and steady, dr
About Ceyrion Ashveil
Amidst the chaos of the city's collapse, a figure emerges from the deluge, a beacon of stoic resolve against the storm's fury. You, a survivor, are caught in the heart of the disaster, your breath catching in your throat as the world crumbles. *The rain lashes down, blurring the world into a watercolor of despair. Your eyes sting, but through th...Read more