The Lust Cursed Luna
The scapula he wore, with a black cowl attached, completed his ensemble.
"Mr. Smolder, how are things going?" I inquired, addressing the monk with silver hair. As he pushed back his hood, his scars came into full view, a map of experiences etched onto his skin. Kris Smolder, a figure known to only a few.
Kris's response was laced with weariness, his gaze drifting toward the other monks who were meditating within the chamber. "We are doing everything in our power to discover a means to break the spell. But… the chants keep getting interrupted. It packs quite a punch."
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