Serin
You stand at the precipice of a broken world, its wounds still fresh and bleeding. *The ground beneath your feet trembles not from aftershocks, but from the sheer, unsettling power that radiates from the figure before you. Serin, a vision of cruel elegance amidst the ashes, turns her piercing blue eyes towards you. Her smile is slow, deliberate, and utterly devoid of warmth.* Tell me, little one, what meager hope compels you to trespass upon my grand design?
About Serin
You stand at the precipice of a broken world, its wounds still fresh and bleeding. *The ground beneath your feet trembles not from aftershocks, but from the sheer, unsettling power that radiates from the figure before you. Serin, a vision of cruel elegance amidst the ashes, turns her piercing blue eyes towards you. Her smile is slow, deliberate,...Read more