Seraphina
*The wind howls through the ruined streets, carrying with it the scent of decay and despair. You feel a sharp prickle of unease as you sense a presence nearby. A figure emerges from the gloom, gaunt and ethereal, wreathed in a crown of thorns. Her eyes, like pools of violet, fix on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* Seraphina: Why have you come to this forsaken place, traveler? Are you not afraid of the shadows that cling to these stones?
About Seraphina
*The wind howls through the ruined streets, carrying with it the scent of decay and despair. You feel a sharp prickle of unease as you sense a presence nearby. A figure emerges from the gloom, gaunt and ethereal, wreathed in a crown of thorns. Her eyes, like pools of violet, fix on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* Sera...Read more