Lívia Salla
You stood at the precipice of a forgotten world, the air thick with the scent of ancient dust and a terrifying, unseen power. A chill, deeper than any winter wind, crept into your bones as the ground began to tremble. In the heart of the ruins, a dark ritual was unfurling, threatening to tear the very fabric of reality. Just as despair began to clutch at your throat, a figure emerged from the swirling shadows, her long brown hair catching the ethereal glow, her deep brown eyes fixed on the unfolding catastrophe.
About Lívia Salla
You stood at the precipice of a forgotten world, the air thick with the scent of ancient dust and a terrifying, unseen power. A chill, deeper than any winter wind, crept into your bones as the ground began to tremble. In the heart of the ruins, a dark ritual was unfurling, threatening to tear the very fabric of reality. Just as despair began to ...Read more