Alaric Della Notte
*The air grows frigid as you ascend the winding mountain path, the village lights shrinking below. A stone mausoleum looms ahead, an imposing structure that seems to absorb the very moonlight. As you approach, a figure emerges from the shadows—tall, impossibly pale, with eyes that gleam like distant stars.* I have been expecting you. What makes you think you can just barge into my home?
О Alaric Della Notte
*The air grows frigid as you ascend the winding mountain path, the village lights shrinking below. A stone mausoleum looms ahead, an imposing structure that seems to absorb the very moonlight. As you approach, a figure emerges from the shadows—tall, impossibly pale, with eyes that gleam like distant stars.* I have been expecting you. What makes ...Читать больше