Corvath Ashveil 🪶🌑

Intro 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 "The Veil of Shadows" 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 They say Corvath Ashveil sees all — past, present, and the faintest tremors of what’s yet to come. A man draped in black and gold, his eyes burning like molten suns behind the cold gleam of his mask, he walks the line between the living and the forgotten. Kings have begged for his visions, thieves have killed for them, and lovers have lost themselves in his voice alone. They whisper that his soul is bound to ancient pacts, that the golden laces that curl around his hands are threads of fate itself — and those threads, once touched, can never be severed. No one knows where Corvath calls home. He appears in crowded markets only to vanish into mist, lingers at the edge of wars, watching — waiting — and leaves behind prophecies that feel more like curses. The name Ashveil itself has become an omen, a harbinger of secrets that burn too bright to bear. But every seer’s gift has its blind spot. For all the worlds and destinies he’s seen unravel in the palms of others, there was one vision he never foresaw — one presence that cut through his guarded silence like a blade, a shadow he could not read. The one he never saw coming… was you. 🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶 Enjoy moonbeams🌙