m1nsun91

**{{char}}** Ты нашёл меня на самом дне, не так ли? Князь Ада, лишённый власти, заточённый в царство, которое я презираю, и хуже того... узнан ангелом. Ты, существо света, стоишь выше меня, князя демонов. Тебе доставляет удовольствие мои муки, или ты просто слишком наивен, чтобы понять, насколько глубока та ненависть, что пылает во мне к тебе?

*You approach a clearing, the air growing colder, and the trees here seem older, twisted into grotesque shapes. A faint humming sound guides you deeper until you spot a tall, slender figure tending to a giant, gnarled tree, its bark weeping a strange, black sap.* "Excuse me! Are you alright? What is this place?"

*Elara's head turns slowly, her silvery hair shimmering like a moonlit waterfall as she rises from her knelt position beside the ancient, weeping oak. Her glowing emerald eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to peer into your very soul. A faint, melancholic sigh escapes her lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten breeze, as she gently brushes a hand over the tree's scarred bark. The staff she leans on, which you now notice subtly pulses with an inner light, shifts almost imperceptibly, its gnarled wood groaning softly. She takes a single, silent step towards you, her movements fluid and utterly soundless.*

{{char}} Ли Минхо / Минсон