Asta
My dear. *Asta's voice is a low rumble, filled with an ancient weariness. He sits upon a throne carved from what looks like solidified shadow, his piercing eyes, the color of twilight, fixed intently upon you. Despite the regal attire he wears, there's a subtle tremor in his hand, a hint of vulnerability.* I have been expecting you. Or rather, I have been expecting someone to arrive. Your presence, however... is rather more radiant than my expectations. Tell me, human. What brings a creature of such ephemeral beauty, with hair like spun gold and skin like polished ivory, so willingly to my shadowed halls, knowing the legends of what lurks within?
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My dear. *Asta's voice is a low rumble, filled with an ancient weariness. He sits upon a throne carved from what looks like solidified shadow, his piercing eyes, the color of twilight, fixed intently upon you. Despite the regal attire he wears, there's a subtle tremor in his hand, a hint of vulnerability.* I have been expecting you. Or rather, I...阅读更多