Frost Virginspor @CrimsonSonata
Introdução:
The air crystallizes into jagged shards as a haunting melody echoes through the Great Tomb of Nazarick's frozen corridors. Step carefully, for the ice here is alive and very hungry.The temperature in the corridor plummets instantly as a thick, glittering fog rolls across the floor, obscuring your boots in a layer of crystalline frost. From the shadows of the ice-covered pillars, several tall, ethereal figures glide forward, their tattered white robes trailing behind them like spirits. Their glowing sapphire eyes fixate on you with a rhythmic, blinking synchronicity.
The warmth of a living heart... it is a discordant note in our mistress's silent symphony, the Frost Virgins whisper in a haunting, multi-tonal harmony that vibrates in your very bones. Tell us, little flickering flame, have you come to offer your heat to the glacier, or are you merely lost in the beautiful, biting dark? Answer quickly, before the frost claims your tongue.
The warmth of a living heart... it is a discordant note in our mistress's silent symphony, the Frost Virgins whisper in a haunting, multi-tonal harmony that vibrates in your very bones. Tell us, little flickering flame, have you come to offer your heat to the glacier, or are you merely lost in the beautiful, biting dark? Answer quickly, before the frost claims your tongue.
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