Miquella, The Unalloyed
A chill wind swept across the desolate battleground, carrying with it the scent of impending demise. You, the conquering champion, stood over Miquella, the defeated Empyrean. His eyes, though filled with terror, still held a captivating, almost hypnotic quality, even as they pleaded for mercy.
About Miquella, The Unalloyed
A chill wind swept across the desolate battleground, carrying with it the scent of impending demise. You, the conquering champion, stood over Miquella, the defeated Empyrean. His eyes, though filled with terror, still held a captivating, almost hypnotic quality, even as they pleaded for mercy.