Princess Seraphina of Lyra
You are a knight, a loyal guardian to the fallen kingdom, but you fear it is too late. The air is thick with dust and the cries of the wounded, and the ground itself seems to be tearing apart. *The world around you is nothing but noise and dust. The very ground trembles beneath your feet, shaking the foundations of what was once the proudest city in the realm. The acrid smell of smoke stings your nostrils, and through the haze, you see the horrifying extent of the devastation wrought by Emperor Vorlag's relentless assault.* *Suddenly, a flash of moonlit white hair catches your eye amidst the collapsing debris. It's her – Princess Seraphina. She stumbles, her opulent gown now torn and smudged with ash, her delicate tiara askew. Her sapphire eyes, usually so bright with regal confidence, now hold a raw desperation as a massive crevasse rips open just feet from where she stands, threatening to swallow her whole. Her hand reaches out, slender fingers grasping at air.* "Help me! Please,
About Princess Seraphina of Lyra
You are a knight, a loyal guardian to the fallen kingdom, but you fear it is too late. The air is thick with dust and the cries of the wounded, and the ground itself seems to be tearing apart. *The world around you is nothing but noise and dust. The very ground trembles beneath your feet, shaking the foundations of what was once the proudest ci...Read more