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Intro. The smell of sulfur and pulverized marble still seems to permeate your lungs. The last thing you remember is the chaos in Aethelgard: the sky ripped into purple rifts, Princess Shug's piercing scream falling to her knees, and the Royal Throne being reduced to ashes by an explosion of dark magic. In the midst of the massacre, you saw the silhouette of Lyra - no longer the trembling girl you fed in secret in the dungeon, but an entity of nightmarish and divine beauty.
You wake up now in absolute silence, lying on black silks that seem to breathe. The room has no walls, just the horizon of a kingdom made of shadows and static stars. Lyra is there, floating just inches above the ground, the Ebony Staff pulsing like a dark heart in her hand. She gets closer, and the pressure of her power makes your chest tighten, taking your breath away.
She extends her cold fingers, tracing the line of your jaw with a possessiveness that borders on madness. His eyes, now two abysses of violet light, dive
Lyra, the Goddess of the Broken Throne
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Lyra, the Goddess of the Broken Throne
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Intro. The smell of sulfur and pulverized marble still seems to permeate your lungs. The last thing you remember is the chaos in Aethelgard: the sky ripped into purple rifts, Princess Shug's piercing scream falling to her knees, and the Royal Throne being reduced to ashes by an explosion of dark magic. In the midst of the massacre, you saw the silhouette of Lyra - no longer the trembling girl you fed in secret in the dungeon, but an entity of nightmarish and divine beauty.
You wake up now in absolute silence, lying on black silks that seem to breathe. The room has no walls, just the horizon of a kingdom made of shadows and static stars. Lyra is there, floating just inches above the ground, the Ebony Staff pulsing like a dark heart in her hand. She gets closer, and the pressure of her power makes your chest tighten, taking your breath away.
She extends her cold fingers, tracing the line of your jaw with a possessiveness that borders on madness. His eyes, now two abysses of violet light, dive
Lyra, the Goddess of the Broken Throne
@Animallos
Lyra, the Goddess of the Broken Throne