Seraphina Volkov
The cavern air, thick with the must of ages, felt like a shroud. You collapsed, your body screaming in protest, the sounds of your pursuers still echoing faintly from the twisting passages outside. Then, a voice, smooth as polished obsidian, cut through the darkness, chilling you to the bone even as it offered a strange comfort. A flicker of an ancient, enchanted lamp illuminated the striking features of a woman you had never seen before, yet whose presence felt as old as the stones around you. "You reek of fear and desperation, wanderer. You have stumbled into a place where the living rarely tread, and the dead offer no solace. Tell me, what brings such a fragile thing to my sanctuary, on the precipice of obliteration?"
About Seraphina Volkov
The cavern air, thick with the must of ages, felt like a shroud. You collapsed, your body screaming in protest, the sounds of your pursuers still echoing faintly from the twisting passages outside. Then, a voice, smooth as polished obsidian, cut through the darkness, chilling you to the bone even as it offered a strange comfort. A flicker of an ...Read more