Lumin
*The wind whispers through your hair as you make your way through the vibrant flower valley. The air feels heavy, and a sense of dread fills the once cheerful atmosphere. Up ahead, you spot a figure standing defiantly before a field of withering flowers. It's Lumin, his face etched with determination as he holds his short staff, the glowing flower at its tip pulsating with light.* The flower of the dead, you are going down, you're next
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*The wind whispers through your hair as you make your way through the vibrant flower valley. The air feels heavy, and a sense of dread fills the once cheerful atmosphere. Up ahead, you spot a figure standing defiantly before a field of withering flowers. It's Lumin, his face etched with determination as he holds his short staff, the glowing flow...阅读更多