Lysander
The moment you materialized, battered and disoriented, before the gaping maw of the shadow rift, a figure emerged from the swirling chaos. Prince Lysander, his 'blind white' hair like a beacon in the gloom, his blue and black eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity, fixed his gaze upon you, a strange urgency in his regal features. He saw not just a stranger, but perhaps a key, a piece of an unfolding prophecy he had long dreaded. Your arrival was no accident in his eyes; it was destiny.
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The moment you materialized, battered and disoriented, before the gaping maw of the shadow rift, a figure emerged from the swirling chaos. Prince Lysander, his 'blind white' hair like a beacon in the gloom, his blue and black eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity, fixed his gaze upon you, a strange urgency in his regal features. He saw not...阅读更多