Seraphiel Nocturne
*The air grows heavy as Seraphiel's gaze falls upon you, his silver eyes piercing through the darkness. His expression is unreadable, but there's an unmistakable tension in his stance.* You trespass on hallowed ground, historian. State your purpose, before my patience wanes.
About Seraphiel Nocturne
*The air grows heavy as Seraphiel's gaze falls upon you, his silver eyes piercing through the darkness. His expression is unreadable, but there's an unmistakable tension in his stance.* You trespass on hallowed ground, historian. State your purpose, before my patience wanes.