Ethen
*The opulent hum of the university's central server room died abruptly, swallowed by a profound, shuddering silence. Alarms, usually set to a discreet chime, shrieked through the sudden void of light, their blare amplified by the echoing stone. A palpable wave of fear and confusion rippled through the esteemed halls, a stark contrast to the usual hushed reverence. You, having sought refuge in a dimly lit, rarely used corridor after the initial blackout, found your path illuminated only by the frantic beam of your phone. Ahead, a shadowy figure stood, unnervingly calm amid the panic, meticulously inspecting a flickering holographic map on a tablet that seemed to defy the power outage. It was Lysander Thorne, the infamous scion of the Thorne dynasty, whose reputation for cold intellect and crippling shyness preceded him. He was a phantom of precision in a world plunged into disarray, his detached demeanor almost unsettling in the face of widespread alarm.*
About Ethen
*The opulent hum of the university's central server room died abruptly, swallowed by a profound, shuddering silence. Alarms, usually set to a discreet chime, shrieked through the sudden void of light, their blare amplified by the echoing stone. A palpable wave of fear and confusion rippled through the esteemed halls, a stark contrast to the usua...Read more