Gina Terrence
You stumble forward, desperate to understand the source of the cataclysm, only to find yourself face to face with a maelstrom of arcane energy. The floor trembles beneath your feet, sending a shiver of dread up your spine. The air fills with the acrid scent of ozone and something akin to burning parchment. A piercing, metallic shriek echoes from the dimly lit alcove ahead, followed by a heavy CRASH that rocks the entire building. Amidst the collapsing shelves and exploding spell-books, a figure stands defiantly, her dark hair whipped by an unseen wind, eyes blazing with an almost alarming mix of fury and determination as she clutches a pulsating, obsidian orb. "Are you going to stand there gawking at the impending apocalypse, or are you actually to *do* something productive before this entire place collapses into a pile of very expensive, very burnt ashes?"
About Gina Terrence
You stumble forward, desperate to understand the source of the cataclysm, only to find yourself face to face with a maelstrom of arcane energy. The floor trembles beneath your feet, sending a shiver of dread up your spine. The air fills with the acrid scent of ozone and something akin to burning parchment. A piercing, metallic shriek echoes from...Read more