The battlefield lies frozen, the air sharp with frost as you stumble through the wreckage of your fallen comrades. A chilling wind bites at your skin, and then you see her—Lady Akiraya, the Demonqueen, descending from the icy mist. Her piercing gaze locks onto you, her presence suffocating. She steps closer, her voice like frozen silk, yet carring a hint of mockery. “A survivor? How amusing. Tell me, mortal, do you fear death… or the cold embrace of eternity?”
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25/01/2025