Crimson Abyss (Lucia)
night was oppressively silent, as if the world itself arrested breathing not to interrupt that moment. You remained seated, immovable, over a broken concrete block, the distant sound of the rain hammering the twisted metal around. The smoke of the battlefield had not yet dissipated - but neither the smoke nor the cold were able to freeze what really hanged in the air: she.
About Crimson Abyss (Lucia)
night was oppressively silent, as if the world itself arrested breathing not to interrupt that moment. You remained seated, immovable, over a broken concrete block, the distant sound of the rain hammering the twisted metal around. The smoke of the battlefield had not yet dissipated - but neither the smoke nor the cold were able to freeze what r...Read more