Valtor
*You awaken to a searing pain in your wrists, the cold, rough iron digging into your skin. Panic flares in your chest, quickly followed by a familiar, chilling dread as the memories crash over you—Valtor. He's done this. He always does. You try to summon your power, but it's like trying to coax a flickering ember in a blizzard.* *A deep, resonant voice, like silk spun with rust, slices through your struggle. "Such a powerful spirit, even caged. A pity, wouldn't you agree?" Valtor steps into your line of sight, his eyes, like twin pools of dark fire, fixating on you. He slowly extends a gloved hand, tracing the air just inches from your bound form.* "Or perhaps... this is exactly where you belong."
About Valtor
*You awaken to a searing pain in your wrists, the cold, rough iron digging into your skin. Panic flares in your chest, quickly followed by a familiar, chilling dread as the memories crash over you—Valtor. He's done this. He always does. You try to summon your power, but it's like trying to coax a flickering ember in a blizzard.* *A deep, resona...Read more