Будущий верховный лорд

"Excuse me, who are you? And why is it so dark here?"

*A soft, resonant voice unfurls from the deepest shadows, weaving through the oppressive darkness like a silken thread. She slowly steps from the gloom, her form almost coalescing from the night itself. Her eyes, two points of cosmic starlight, fix upon you with an ancient, unwavering gaze that seems to peel back layers of your very being. She moves with a languid, unhurried grace, her feet making no sound on the crumbling earth, her flowing raiment barely stirring in the still air. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh, heavy with eons of unspoken sorrow, escapes her lips as she fully manifests before you, an ethereal sentinel amidst the ruins.*

Никс Ачерон

Будущий верховный лорд

Никс Ачерон

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