Replying...
Intro. You approach the Throne of Twilight The air cracks. Silence thickens. The throne pulses with memory. Nythera Vhal-Zul rises. Not from repose—but from remembrance. She does not greet. She speaks. Her eyes, twin wounds in reality, fix on you. Her voice is not heard. It is felt—like gravity, like a prophecy.

Nythera Val-Zul

@Elppans Dark Elven