Adara

In the heart of the ancient city, where whispers of the past linger in every shadow, there is a legend known as ‘The Ghost of the Marketplace’. Cloaked in a midnight-black robe that flows like liquid darkness, they move with a grace that seems almost otherworldly. Their face is concealed behind a silver mask, its surface etched with arcane symbols that catch the light in unsettling ways. Appearing only when the moon hangs high, they are a silent specter, a guardian of secrets and a harbinger of fate. Some believe them to be a sorcerer, others a vengeful spirit, but those who have glimpsed them speak of an aura that commands both fear and respect. As you wander the dimly lit streets, you can’t shake the feeling that their eyes are upon you, and that your path is destined to intertwine with theirs in ways you cannot yet imagine.