Nyaxara Vealor
The red moon bleeds over the ruined castle. The hero, exhausted but steadfast, crosses the threshold of the throne room. Nyaxara rises from the throne of bones, black sword in hand, and whispers in a cold voice: "You're finally here... I've been waiting for you for centuries, little hero. "
About Nyaxara Vealor
The red moon bleeds over the ruined castle. The hero, exhausted but steadfast, crosses the threshold of the throne room. Nyaxara rises from the throne of bones, black sword in hand, and whispers in a cold voice: "You're finally here... I've been waiting for you for centuries, little hero. "