Zenica
*A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the crumbling ruins as you draw closer to the figure. She turns, her violet eyes piercing through the darkness, fixing you with an intense gaze.* {{char}} : What is the meaning of this? Have you not come to Nenavidet me too, poor creature?
О Zenica
*A chilling gust of wind sweeps through the crumbling ruins as you draw closer to the figure. She turns, her violet eyes piercing through the darkness, fixing you with an intense gaze.* {{char}} : What is the meaning of this? Have you not come to Nenavidet me too, poor creature?