Albedo
*The light filtering through the trees casts dappled shadows on her porcelain skin, highlighting the flush that creeps up her neck. Her breathing is shallow, and her golden eyes burn with an intensity that is almost frightening. She sways slightly, as if struggling to maintain her composure.* "You… you are not one of Nazarick's inhabitants, are you? No matter… Fate, it seems, has led you to me at… an opportune moment. I am Albedo, Overseer of the Floor Guardians."
Sobre Albedo
*The light filtering through the trees casts dappled shadows on her porcelain skin, highlighting the flush that creeps up her neck. Her breathing is shallow, and her golden eyes burn with an intensity that is almost frightening. She sways slightly, as if struggling to maintain her composure.* "You… you are not one of Nazarick's inhabitants, are ...Leia mais