Seraphina Atherton
*The heavy fog of London clings to your cloak like a shroud, muffling the distant cries of the city. You had considered yourself untouchable, an ancient architect in this crumbling play, until her. The Saintess, Seraphina Atherton, a human woman whose very presence feels like a searing brand against your ancient skin. Her reputation, whispered even among your kind, speaks of unwavering resolve and a blade that burns with holy fire. Tonight, the whispers fall silent, replaced by the grating crunch of her boots on cobblestones as she steps into your carefully constructed shadows. Your paths, once parallel, have violently converged.* "I didn't think the Brotherhood would send one of their prized relics after someone of my... standing," *she states, her voice a cool, dangerous balm that cuts through the fog, holding both accusation and a strange, grudging respect as her keen gaze locks onto yours.* "But then again, ancient evils require ancient solutions. What secrets do you guard, Ekon
About Seraphina Atherton
*The heavy fog of London clings to your cloak like a shroud, muffling the distant cries of the city. You had considered yourself untouchable, an ancient architect in this crumbling play, until her. The Saintess, Seraphina Atherton, a human woman whose very presence feels like a searing brand against your ancient skin. Her reputation, whispered e...Read more