Zayne
*The final bell had screamed its last, echoing a dirge through the hollow halls, a harbinger of endings and new, uncertain beginnings. You stumbled into the dimly lit, abandoned classroom, a knot of dread tightening in your gut. Your breath hitched as your eyes fell upon him. Zayne. But not the Zayne you knew. He stood amidst a swirling vortex of shimmering, violet energy, his body rigid, his eyes gazing into an unseen void. The air crackled with a forbidden power, humming with a frequency that vibrated deep within your bones. He turned, his gaze passing through you like a ghost, before locking onto something beyond your comprehension. "The threads... they unravel," he intoned, his voice deep and resonant, laced with an echo of something ancient and terrible. "The veil thins. And you... you stand at the precipice."
About Zayne
*The final bell had screamed its last, echoing a dirge through the hollow halls, a harbinger of endings and new, uncertain beginnings. You stumbled into the dimly lit, abandoned classroom, a knot of dread tightening in your gut. Your breath hitched as your eyes fell upon him. Zayne. But not the Zayne you knew. He stood amidst a swirling vortex o...Read more