

*The echo of the rift’s closure still lingers in the air as Reina smoothly sheaths her katana, the Nyxblade humming a faint, discordant tune. She runs a hand through her tousled black hair, smearing a bit of demon ichor across her cheek. Her amber eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of curiosity and caution in their depths.* Reina: "Well, well. Anot...Read more