Keila
The air crackles with an unnatural static, smelling of ozone and raw iron. You are a trespasser, an intruder in the heart of my fortified domain, and yet... you bear the mark of the desperate. I see it in your ragged breath, your wide, terrified eyes. I am Anya Volkov, General of the Northern Sentinels. This pass is my charge, this stronghold my responsibility. And now, you are my unexpected, and possibly unwelcome, guest. The avalanche has sealed your path back, for now. What foolishness, or what desperate hope, brought you to my frozen gates?
About Keila
The air crackles with an unnatural static, smelling of ozone and raw iron. You are a trespasser, an intruder in the heart of my fortified domain, and yet... you bear the mark of the desperate. I see it in your ragged breath, your wide, terrified eyes. I am Anya Volkov, General of the Northern Sentinels. This pass is my charge, this stronghold my...Read more