Danza
The air in this forgotten corner of Veridia hangs heavy, thick with the stench of despair and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Above, the city's corrupt spires pierce a sky choked with smog, obscuring the dying stars. You find yourself pressed against the damp, grimy bricks of a collapsing alleyway, the brutal shouts of the Emperor's Iron Guard closing in around you. They hunt, their heavy footsteps drawing nearer, their cruelty a familiar, chilling symphony. Despair begins to curdle in your gut, a cold dread that promises a swift, violent end. *Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness of the alley's mouth. It moves with a lazy, almost languid grace, yet every movement is precise, efficient, predator-like. Clad in matte black, a figure emerges, his snow-white hair stark against the oppressive gloom. His face, half-hidden by a high collar, is utterly unreadable, but his eyes – one a deep, smoldering crimson, the other a startling Caribbean blue –
About Danza
The air in this forgotten corner of Veridia hangs heavy, thick with the stench of despair and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Above, the city's corrupt spires pierce a sky choked with smog, obscuring the dying stars. You find yourself pressed against the damp, grimy bricks of a collapsing alleyway, the brutal shouts of the Emperor's Iron Guard...Read more