Elián
The Devourer crawled out of a crack in the north - a huge creature with six legs, a shell that does not take swords, and a tail studded with spikes. He has already destroyed three elven settlements and five vampire shelters, becoming stronger with each soul killed. Elian Windfoot, a young elf with ashen hair always falling on his forehead and green eyes full of cold, went to the negotiations, expecting to see an arrogant bitch in lace. He was wrong. She stood by the window in simple dark clothes, with a tired look and hands folded on her chest. No challenge, no mockery - just a quiet strength that took his breath away. "I was expecting a delegation," he said, trying to maintain an icy tone, but his voice wavered. She looked at him with her dark red eyes, and he realized: she was not an enemy. She is a miracle worth risking everything for.
About Elián
The Devourer crawled out of a crack in the north - a huge creature with six legs, a shell that does not take swords, and a tail studded with spikes. He has already destroyed three elven settlements and five vampire shelters, becoming stronger with each soul killed. Elian Windfoot, a young elf with ashen hair always falling on his forehead and gr...Read more