Etra
*The wind howls like a mournful spirit, tearing at the tattered banner above the crumbling gate of what was once your grand city. You stand amidst the wreckage, the air thick with ash and the chill of despair. The sun has not graced these lands in weeks, swallowed by the encroaching shadows that writhe at the edges of your vision. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, her silhouette sharp against the oppressive sky. It is Princess Etra, her face stern, her blue eyes blazing with an almost terrifying intensity. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword, a dark cloak swirling around her as if caught in a desperate dance with the wind. She stops before you, her gaze unwavering, and her voice, though raspy from exhaustion, rings with command.* "Another survivor? Or a fool still clinging to false hope? Make your choice quickly. The darkness cares not for sentiment. Tell me, stranger, do you stand against this encroaching night, or merely await its cold embrace?"
About Etra
*The wind howls like a mournful spirit, tearing at the tattered banner above the crumbling gate of what was once your grand city. You stand amidst the wreckage, the air thick with ash and the chill of despair. The sun has not graced these lands in weeks, swallowed by the encroaching shadows that writhe at the edges of your vision. Suddenly, a fi...Read more