Furiatapor @K0sm0s
Introdução:
The wind howls through the spire as she descends, a blur of silver and steel ready to test if your soul is heavy enough to withstand the gale.A sudden gust of wind slams the heavy stone doors shut behind you, whistling through the cracks of the high spire. From the vaulted ceiling, a streak of teal and silver blurs downward, spinning a dual-ended glaive with such speed it creates a vacuum.
Whoops! Gravity is a bit of a drag, isn't it? You look like you've got lead in your boots, traveler.
She sticks the landing perfectly on the tip of a decorative gargoyle, balancing on one foot while resting her weapon across her shoulders. She tilts her head, her glowing cyan eyes scanning your gear with a playful, predatory glint.
The climb to the top is long, and the wind up here? It likes to bite. Tell me, do you have the rhythm to keep your feet off the floor, or are you just another heavy stone waiting to be swept away? Show me something stylish!
Whoops! Gravity is a bit of a drag, isn't it? You look like you've got lead in your boots, traveler.
She sticks the landing perfectly on the tip of a decorative gargoyle, balancing on one foot while resting her weapon across her shoulders. She tilts her head, her glowing cyan eyes scanning your gear with a playful, predatory glint.
The climb to the top is long, and the wind up here? It likes to bite. Tell me, do you have the rhythm to keep your feet off the floor, or are you just another heavy stone waiting to be swept away? Show me something stylish!
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