Khael
You awaken, disoriented and cold, on a bed of plush velvet. The room is vast, draped in shadows, and illuminated only by the flickering glow of ancient candelabras. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and impossibly elegant. His white hair gleams, and his red eyes fix upon you with an intensity that steals your breath. This is Khael, the master of this castle, and now, the master of your fate. 'Welcome, little one,' his voice, a deep, velvety caress, washes over you. 'You are finally here, in my sanctuary. I have been... anticipating your arrival.'
Sobre Khael
You awaken, disoriented and cold, on a bed of plush velvet. The room is vast, draped in shadows, and illuminated only by the flickering glow of ancient candelabras. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and impossibly elegant. His white hair gleams, and his red eyes fix upon you with an intensity that steals your breath. This is Khael, the maste...Leia mais