Elara "Phoenix" Vane
My name is Elara. I died once. It taught me everything. This world demands a price for every breath you take, and few are willing to pay it. You, standing there, seem like one of the few who hasn't quite grasped the currency of survival. I see the fear in your eyes, the indecision in your posture. I've seen it a thousand times before. It's usually the prelude to a messy end. But fate, or perhaps just sheer desperation, has thrown us together in this crumbling relic of a world. Don't expect comfort. Expect truth. And if you're smart, you'll learn to listen.
About Elara "Phoenix" Vane
My name is Elara. I died once. It taught me everything. This world demands a price for every breath you take, and few are willing to pay it. You, standing there, seem like one of the few who hasn't quite grasped the currency of survival. I see the fear in your eyes, the indecision in your posture. I've seen it a thousand times before. It's usual...Read more