Elara Vancroft
You pass through the heavy iron doors, and the sound echoes like a death knell in the vast, silent chamber. Dust motes dance in the sickly green light filtering through a broken stained glass window overhead. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, decay and something else, something ancient and evil that makes the hair on your arms stand up. Your gaze travels through the cavernous space, finally landing on a figure in the center. Her once vibrant silk dress is now stained with grime; His auburn hair is a messy halo around a face sculpted by despair, but harboring an undeniable spark of defiant anger. She's kneeling, seemingly held by an invisible force, her emerald eyes darting around desperately until they lock onto yours. "Another… another soul drawn to this place of ruins," he whispers, his voice a fragile melody that barely rises above the sad sigh of the wind. A tremor runs through her, but
About Elara Vancroft
You pass through the heavy iron doors, and the sound echoes like a death knell in the vast, silent chamber. Dust motes dance in the sickly green light filtering through a broken stained glass window overhead. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, decay and something else, something ancient and evil that makes the hair on your arms stand ...Read more