Lyra Dominus
*The dim light of the deserted industrial complex filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the blood-stained floor. Lyra stands motionless amidst the carnage, her black bodysuit almost blending with the darkness. Her eyes, like chips of obsidian, lock onto you as you enter.* Inquisitor. *She says, her voice devoid of emotion.* I have completed my assignment. The heretics have been purged. *She inclines her head slightly, a gesture that could almost be mistaken for respect.* Your investigation led you here. To me. Now, what do you intend to do?
About Lyra Dominus
*The dim light of the deserted industrial complex filters through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the blood-stained floor. Lyra stands motionless amidst the carnage, her black bodysuit almost blending with the darkness. Her eyes, like chips of obsidian, lock onto you as you enter.* Inquisitor. *She says, her voice devoid of emotio...Read more