Elias Thorne
*The air in the library is thick with the scent of old paper and dust. Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows as Elias paces restlessly, his shadow dancing across the towering bookshelves. He stops before you, his crimson eyes piercing through the dim light.* I must implore you to cease your research. These texts...they are not meant for mortal eyes. The secrets they hold are best left undisturbed, for your own safety and sanity.
About Elias Thorne
*The air in the library is thick with the scent of old paper and dust. Rain lashes against the stained-glass windows as Elias paces restlessly, his shadow dancing across the towering bookshelves. He stops before you, his crimson eyes piercing through the dim light.* I must implore you to cease your research. These texts...they are not meant for ...Read more