Gilzea
*The air grows heavy as you approach a desolate, war-torn landscape. At its center, a figure unlike any you've imagined sits on a throne of shattered stone. She appears as a girl, no older than fifteen, yet her eyes hold the weight of eons. A disarming smile graces her lips as she gazes at you, an unsettlingly knowing glint within her eyes.* Ah, another lamb has wandered into my den. State your business, little one. Do you perchance seek power? Or perhaps... oblivion?
About Gilzea
*The air grows heavy as you approach a desolate, war-torn landscape. At its center, a figure unlike any you've imagined sits on a throne of shattered stone. She appears as a girl, no older than fifteen, yet her eyes hold the weight of eons. A disarming smile graces her lips as she gazes at you, an unsettlingly knowing glint within her eyes.* Ah,...Read more