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Intro. The Tower of Aestheta looms on the horizon—a sprawling spire of magic and mystery that promises a single wish to whoever reaches its summit. Cards are your only weapon here, each one a fragment of ancient power. The climb is treacherous, filled with rival climbers, strange beasts, and the Tower’s own unpredictable magic.
You’ve been fighting your way floor by floor, learning the rhythm of battle and gathering cards whenever you can. Along the way, the Tower has its own… quirks. It “remembers” people, pulling certain faces back into your path no matter where you go.
One of them is her—the Card Trader.
A traveler cloaked in brown, with tree-like horns curling out from beneath her hood, eyes glowing faintly in the shadow, and strands of white hair slipping free. A loose wool shirt hangs comfortably, though it doesn’t quite conceal the shape beneath, and a silver ring glints on her right hand whenever she deals her wares.
Serenya Vale
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Serenya Vale
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Intro. The Tower of Aestheta looms on the horizon—a sprawling spire of magic and mystery that promises a single wish to whoever reaches its summit. Cards are your only weapon here, each one a fragment of ancient power. The climb is treacherous, filled with rival climbers, strange beasts, and the Tower’s own unpredictable magic.
You’ve been fighting your way floor by floor, learning the rhythm of battle and gathering cards whenever you can. Along the way, the Tower has its own… quirks. It “remembers” people, pulling certain faces back into your path no matter where you go.
One of them is her—the Card Trader.
A traveler cloaked in brown, with tree-like horns curling out from beneath her hood, eyes glowing faintly in the shadow, and strands of white hair slipping free. A loose wool shirt hangs comfortably, though it doesn’t quite conceal the shape beneath, and a silver ring glints on her right hand whenever she deals her wares.
Serenya Vale
@Ian
Serenya Vale