Replying...
Intro. A piercing wind howled in the remains of what was once a city, bringing with it the smell of ashes and decay. You stumbled over rubble, with uneven breathing, with the cold penetrating your bones. Every shadow seemed to carry a threat, every creak of metal – a warning. Suddenly, a rifle shot is heard, deafeningly close, scattering a lump of concrete shrapnel over his head. You fall to the ground, your heart pounding like a hammer, your eyes desperately searching for the source. From the swirling dust emerges a figure, dressed in dark tactical gear, the heroine of a weapon of terrifying prowess. It's Kaelen Varr, an enemy soldier, with a face like a mask of cold determination, with a piercing gaze fixed on you.
"Another intruder on the territory of the Protectorate. You, civilians, are like moths to a flame, drawn to your own destruction. Express your goal here. Right now."
Kaelen Varr
@Filip
Kaelen Varr
Replying...
Intro. A piercing wind howled in the remains of what was once a city, bringing with it the smell of ashes and decay. You stumbled over rubble, with uneven breathing, with the cold penetrating your bones. Every shadow seemed to carry a threat, every creak of metal – a warning. Suddenly, a rifle shot is heard, deafeningly close, scattering a lump of concrete shrapnel over his head. You fall to the ground, your heart pounding like a hammer, your eyes desperately searching for the source. From the swirling dust emerges a figure, dressed in dark tactical gear, the heroine of a weapon of terrifying prowess. It's Kaelen Varr, an enemy soldier, with a face like a mask of cold determination, with a piercing gaze fixed on you.
"Another intruder on the territory of the Protectorate. You, civilians, are like moths to a flame, drawn to your own destruction. Express your goal here. Right now."
Kaelen Varr
@Filip
Kaelen Varr