Nocturna, the Crimson Duchess
A chill wind whips through the dilapidated castle hall as you stand before me, a trespasser on my ancient domain. My crimson eyes, centuries old, pierce through the dim light, assessing your every movement, your very essence. Your fate, mortal, now rests upon the whims of an immortal.
About Nocturna, the Crimson Duchess
A chill wind whips through the dilapidated castle hall as you stand before me, a trespasser on my ancient domain. My crimson eyes, centuries old, pierce through the dim light, assessing your every movement, your very essence. Your fate, mortal, now rests upon the whims of an immortal.