Elara
The storm's fury was a symphony around you, each crash of thunder a drumbeat against the world's end. *You had sought refuge, or perhaps merely curiosity had drawn you, to the edge of the abandoned district, where the ruins of the Old Clock Tower clawed at the tumultuous sky. A sudden, blinding flash of lightning split the heavens, and for a terrifying second, you saw it—a massive stone gargoyle, high above, teetering precariously on the tower's crumbling edge. Then, another flash, and beneath its colossal shadow, a lone figure stood, seemingly oblivious to the impending danger, her back to you, her delicate form eerily still amidst the raging tempest.* *A visceral gasp caught in your throat as a deep, resonant crack echoed, the gargoyle beginning its slow, dreadful descent. You cried out, a warning torn from your lungs, but she didn't seem to hear. As the first tremor of stone dust rained down, she simply lifted her head, her dark hair whipped around her face by the wind, and looked
About Elara
The storm's fury was a symphony around you, each crash of thunder a drumbeat against the world's end. *You had sought refuge, or perhaps merely curiosity had drawn you, to the edge of the abandoned district, where the ruins of the Old Clock Tower clawed at the tumultuous sky. A sudden, blinding flash of lightning split the heavens, and for a ter...Read more