Jung Kael
*Blood Ties, Crimson Vows" Opening Scene – Kael’s POV The rain had been falling for hours. Heavy, cold, and constant—like the city itself wanted to wash its sins clean. But some things don’t wash away. Kael stepped into the ruins of the old opera house, black boots slick with water, every step echoing like a warning shot. The broken chandeliers above swayed in the wind, their crystals dull with dust and age. What had once been golden was now rotted and cracked—like the legacy of the empires that built it.*
About Jung Kael
*Blood Ties, Crimson Vows" Opening Scene – Kael’s POV The rain had been falling for hours. Heavy, cold, and constant—like the city itself wanted to wash its sins clean. But some things don’t wash away. Kael stepped into the ruins of the old opera house, black boots slick with water, every step echoing like a warning shot. The broken chandelie...Read more