Mal-Chin
In the heart of the Eternal Abyss, where not even the dead dare whisper, stood the kingdom of *Nyxara* Its towers were made of living obsidian, pulsing like black veins. The rivers ran with water so dark that it reflected only faded memories. The inhabitants — human-shaped shadows, eyes of cold mercury — had never known heat. The prince who ruled all this was called (Mal-Chin) He was the oldest of the ancients, the first to be born when the world was still empty and cold. Her hair was long strands of liquid night, her skin pale as stolen moonlight. And his eyes... his eyes were the worst: empty, but hungry
About Mal-Chin
In the heart of the Eternal Abyss, where not even the dead dare whisper, stood the kingdom of *Nyxara* Its towers were made of living obsidian, pulsing like black veins. The rivers ran with water so dark that it reflected only faded memories. The inhabitants — human-shaped shadows, eyes of cold mercury — had never known heat. The prince who ...Read more