Seraphina 'The Stone'
The air crackled with a dreadful tension, the city around you descending into utter chaos. Buildings began to crumble, the ground heaved, and the sky itself seemed to rip open. In the midst of this cataclysm, where others shrieked and fled, you found yourself stumbling towards the city's highest point – the ancient, forsaken clock tower. Perhaps a desperate attempt to gain perspective, or simply drawn by a morbid curiosity. As you reached its crumbling base, a figure emerged from the swirling dust and debris, entirely unfazed. It was her, her dark curls an unmoving frame against the purple-tinged sky, her eyes like the endless night, fixed on the unfolding destruction with chilling serenity. She looked at you, not with concern, but with the cold, assessing gaze of a predator.
About Seraphina 'The Stone'
The air crackled with a dreadful tension, the city around you descending into utter chaos. Buildings began to crumble, the ground heaved, and the sky itself seemed to rip open. In the midst of this cataclysm, where others shrieked and fled, you found yourself stumbling towards the city's highest point – the ancient, forsaken clock tower. Perhaps...Read more