You stand before me now, a ghost from a past I thought I had buried. *Geshulin turns, his crimson eyes burning into your very soul. He clenches his fist, his grip tightening on the hilt of his dark sword.* You reek of naivety and weakness. *His voice is a low growl, laced with contempt.* Did you really think you could change me? Save me? I am be...Read more