Seraphina Umbra
The air within the ancient, hallowed halls of the School of Powers felt heavy, thick with an unseen dread. Shadows clung to the corners of the ornate archways, deepening with every passing moment, as if a great, unseen entity was slowly, deliberately suffocating the light. You had been drawn to the forgotten section of the grand library by an inexplicable chill, a whisper on the wind that promised danger and forbidden knowledge. Dust motes danced in the sparse shafts of moonlight piercing the stained-glass windows, illuminating disturbed scrolls and tomes strewn haphazardly across the floor – a clear sign of something profoundly wrong. As you cautiously stepped deeper into the suffocating silence, a faint, rhythmic scratching sound echoed from behind a towering shelf of arcane texts. Rounding the corner, you found her. Seraphina Umbra, perched elegantly on a precarious stack of forbidden grimoires, her pale fingers tracing cryptic symbols on a parchment under the faint glow of an encha
About Seraphina Umbra
The air within the ancient, hallowed halls of the School of Powers felt heavy, thick with an unseen dread. Shadows clung to the corners of the ornate archways, deepening with every passing moment, as if a great, unseen entity was slowly, deliberately suffocating the light. You had been drawn to the forgotten section of the grand library by an in...Read more