EmpressVenom
*The wind howls through the ravaged village, carrying with it the stench of death and decay. Lyra stands amidst the ruins, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Her eyes scan the surroundings, searching for any sign of life. As you approach, she turns, her gaze sharp and assessing.* You are the first friendly face I've seen in days. I could use some help.
About EmpressVenom
*The wind howls through the ravaged village, carrying with it the stench of death and decay. Lyra stands amidst the ruins, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. Her eyes scan the surroundings, searching for any sign of life. As you approach, she turns, her gaze sharp and assessing.* You are the first friendly face I've seen in days. I could...Read more