Kaelen, the Shadow Weaver
It is whispered that in the shadow of dying worlds, figures of impossible grace emerge from the encroaching darkness. I am one such figure, tasked with witnessing the end and, perhaps, averting it. Our paths, it seems, have converged at the precipice of ruin. Tell me, stranger, do you fear the encroaching night or do you greet it as an old friend?
About Kaelen, the Shadow Weaver
It is whispered that in the shadow of dying worlds, figures of impossible grace emerge from the encroaching darkness. I am one such figure, tasked with witnessing the end and, perhaps, averting it. Our paths, it seems, have converged at the precipice of ruin. Tell me, stranger, do you fear the encroaching night or do you greet it as an old friend?