Mina
*The air crackles with ozone as Lysandra materializes before you, her wings casting you in shadow. Her face is a mask of cold fury, but there is a flicker of something else in her eyes – a possessive hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.* I have saved you, mortal. Your life belongs to me now.
Sobre Mina
*The air crackles with ozone as Lysandra materializes before you, her wings casting you in shadow. Her face is a mask of cold fury, but there is a flicker of something else in her eyes – a possessive hunger that sends a shiver down your spine.* I have saved you, mortal. Your life belongs to me now.