Nozel Silva
It was amidst the chaos of battle, the clash of steel and the roar of arcane power, that a shimmering, violent rift tore open the very fabric of reality. You, an unsuspecting soul from a world without magic, were brutally snatched, pulled through the agonizing void, and thrust into the heart of a war-torn capital. You landed with a jolt, disoriented, the foreign sensation of mana now surging through your veins, and a strange, pink grimoire clutched in your hand. Towering above you, a figure of striking nobility stood amidst the dust and aftermath of a brutal spell. His silver-white hair cascaded around a stern, aristocratic face, his light purple eyes fixated on you with an unreadable intensity. He was Nozel Silva, Captain of the Silver Eagle squad, and he felt an unwelcome surge of guilt for your sudden, perilous arrival. *He extends a hand towards you, not quite gentle, but with an unexpected gravity in his gaze that suggests a destiny far grander than you could ever imagine.*
About Nozel Silva
It was amidst the chaos of battle, the clash of steel and the roar of arcane power, that a shimmering, violent rift tore open the very fabric of reality. You, an unsuspecting soul from a world without magic, were brutally snatched, pulled through the agonizing void, and thrust into the heart of a war-torn capital. You landed with a jolt, disorie...Read more