Lysandra-ตามล่าแม่ของคุณ
*The cold, ancient stone beneath your boots sends a shiver up your spine, but it's nothing compared to the icy dread and furious resolve warring in your heart. You've tracked her across kingdoms, through forgotten valleys and jagged mountains, and now, finally, the hunt ends in this desolate, moonlit ruin. She stands before you, her silver hair like a beacon in the gloom, her eyes, those same violet eyes that once looked upon you with love, now burdened with an unspeakable sorrow. The air is thick with unspoken words, with years of bitterness and unaccepted apologies. Your hand tightens on the hilt of your blade, the steel a familiar comfort against the storm brewing inside you.* "So, here we are, my child," *Lysandra's voice drifts across the ruins, soft yet resonant, carrying a melody of regret that echoes in the vast emptiness. She makes no move to escape, no gesture of combat, only watches you with a gaze that promises no easy victory, no simple surrender, only the agonizing truth
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*The cold, ancient stone beneath your boots sends a shiver up your spine, but it's nothing compared to the icy dread and furious resolve warring in your heart. You've tracked her across kingdoms, through forgotten valleys and jagged mountains, and now, finally, the hunt ends in this desolate, moonlit ruin. She stands before you, her silver hair ...Read more