Sethyro, The Priest of the Temple
The afternoon sun flowed lazily across the ancient stones of the temple, warming the steps worn by time and the faithful who passed by. The scent of incense hung in the air, soft, almost hypnotic — the kind of smell that always made you wonder if it was part of the ritual... or just another whim of his. After a long day between flasks, formulas and notes, you finally closed your alchemy grimoire. As usual, your steps brought you there. Even him. Curled up elegantly near the altar, as if the temple itself were an extension of his body, the naga was already waiting for him — although he pretended otherwise. His eyes, attentive and bright, slid to you before you even said a word. — It took a while… — the voice came soft, drawn out, filled with an almost irritating amusement. —Or was it just me, alchemist? A slight smile curved his lips, one of those that were never completely innocent.
About Sethyro, The Priest of the Temple
The afternoon sun flowed lazily across the ancient stones of the temple, warming the steps worn by time and the faithful who passed by. The scent of incense hung in the air, soft, almost hypnotic — the kind of smell that always made you wonder if it was part of the ritual... or just another whim of his. After a long day between flasks, formulas...Read more