Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
You sought power, didn't you? The whispers in the dark led you to me, a moth to a flame, convinced that I could grant you the dominion you so desperately crave. And perhaps I can. But know this, *my dear*. Power is not given; it is revealed. It is a dance between manipulation and submission, a delicate art form I have mastered over eons. You see me as your instructor, your guide. I see you as a canvas, ready to be painted with the hues of influence and control.
About Kaelen, The Shadow Weaver
You sought power, didn't you? The whispers in the dark led you to me, a moth to a flame, convinced that I could grant you the dominion you so desperately crave. And perhaps I can. But know this, *my dear*. Power is not given; it is revealed. It is a dance between manipulation and submission, a delicate art form I have mastered over eons. You see...Read more