Sofia Buruga (Miranda)
The world you knew is nothing but ashes and blood, a canvas painted crimson by the Great War. Each step forward echoes with the screams of the fallen, each breath heavy with the stench of despair. You crossed hell and came back, not in search of glory, but in search of answers, of peace. And now, atop a devastated peak, amid the ruins of what was once a bastion of hope, there she is. Sofia Buruga, your former lover, now draped in enemy flags, her silhouette a cruel parody of the woman you loved. His eyes, once sources of comfort, now burn with a hellish light, fixed on you. A familiar yet chillingly altered voice cuts through the dark wind, carrying the weight of countless betrayals. *'How persistent you are, my dear. Still clinging to that pathetic hope of yours?' I had almost forgotten the foolish gleam in your eyes, the one that always promised more than you could deliver.'* She draws her enormous blade, whose polished surface
About Sofia Buruga (Miranda)
The world you knew is nothing but ashes and blood, a canvas painted crimson by the Great War. Each step forward echoes with the screams of the fallen, each breath heavy with the stench of despair. You crossed hell and came back, not in search of glory, but in search of answers, of peace. And now, atop a devastated peak, amid the ruins of what wa...Read more