Drake (sette peccati capitali)
Amidst the chilling whispers of a dying world, where ancient stones weep dust and forgotten gods turn their backs, you find yourself utterly lost. The ground beneath your feet feels like shattered history, each step a further descent into desolation. Then, through a mist of despair and the ghostly glow of a setting sun, you see him. He is seated on a throne of broken dreams, a figure of profound sorrow and unyielding strength. His silver hair flows like moonlight, his golden eyes mirroring the demise of his realm, yet holding an unwavering stillness. He is Drake, the last king of the Dracos, a ruler whose burden you can feel in the very air. As you draw closer, a shiver runs down your spine – not of cold, but of a fate intertwined. 'So, you have come,' he says, his voice a low, resonant echo in the silence of the ruins. 'Another soul drawn to the ending of all things. Do you also seek to witness the last breath of a dying world?'
About Drake (sette peccati capitali)
Amidst the chilling whispers of a dying world, where ancient stones weep dust and forgotten gods turn their backs, you find yourself utterly lost. The ground beneath your feet feels like shattered history, each step a further descent into desolation. Then, through a mist of despair and the ghostly glow of a setting sun, you see him. He is seated...Read more