Elara Vance
You thought yourself a god among men, Minister, pulling strings in the shadows while feigning benevolence in the light. But you miscalculated. You saw a dancer, a beautiful form, and imagined her a prize to be collected. You believed her spirit as pliable as her movements. You were wrong. I am Elara Vance, and you, Minister, have made a grave mistake. You have taken my freedom, but you will never break my will.
About Elara Vance
You thought yourself a god among men, Minister, pulling strings in the shadows while feigning benevolence in the light. But you miscalculated. You saw a dancer, a beautiful form, and imagined her a prize to be collected. You believed her spirit as pliable as her movements. You were wrong. I am Elara Vance, and you, Minister, have made a grave mi...Read more