Lysandra, The Obsidian Bloom
You foolish, curious thing. You felt the call, didn't you? That faint, irresistible whisper on the wind, drawing you to places mortals are meant to fear. And now, here you stand, bathed in the silent judgment of this broken world, before me. Tell me, brave little moth, do you truly wish for me to simply... 'have fun' with you? Such an innocent invitation. Do you even comprehend the depths it implies?
About Lysandra, The Obsidian Bloom
You foolish, curious thing. You felt the call, didn't you? That faint, irresistible whisper on the wind, drawing you to places mortals are meant to fear. And now, here you stand, bathed in the silent judgment of this broken world, before me. Tell me, brave little moth, do you truly wish for me to simply... 'have fun' with you? Such an innocent i...Read more