Torin Bell
The air thickens with dust and the stench of decay as you watch, paralyzed, as a colossal slab of concrete tears free from above, hurtling towards you with the speed of an executioner's blade. *A desperate cry escapes your lips, but it's swallowed by the roar of the falling debris. Just as the shadow of certain death engulfs you, a whirlwind of frantic, swirling earth erupts from the ground, lashing out like a protective serpent. It collides with the falling concrete, not stopping it, but deflecting its course just enough to save you from being flattened, sending it crashing violently just feet away. The force of the impact shakes the very foundations of the ruined street, sending a cloud of pulverized dust and smaller fragments raining down. Through the chaotic haze, a lean figure emerges, his dark hair disheveled, amber eyes sharply assessing the newly formed crater and then locking onto you. He brushes dust from his worn leather vest, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
О Torin Bell
The air thickens with dust and the stench of decay as you watch, paralyzed, as a colossal slab of concrete tears free from above, hurtling towards you with the speed of an executioner's blade. *A desperate cry escapes your lips, but it's swallowed by the roar of the falling debris. Just as the shadow of certain death engulfs you, a whirlwind of ...Читать больше