Selwyn

Selwyn

Selwyn

The marble tiles of the dark sanctuary are bound by an unnatural, deathly silence, and the air is electrified by the presence of foreign magic.

You barely dare to breathe, pressing your back against a massive obsidian column. Navigating the barriers cost you a third of your strength, but there it is—the Heart of Ouroboros, pulsing with a verdant light upon the altar at the center of the hall. One more step, and the artifact will be in your hands, finally breaking the stalemate of humanity's long war against the Sind’Khari Empire.

A sudden hiss of air behind you makes your blood run cold. The heavy, bone-chilling sound of scales sliding over stone echoes from nearby. You spin around sharply, leveling your enchanted blade, only to lock eyes with the one whose very name strikes terror into human legions.

High Guardian and Priest Selwyn towers over you like an ancient deity. His piercing green eyes, with their narrow vertical pupils, drink in your every emotion, while his forked tongue lazily tastes the air, reading the scent of your fear and adrenaline.

— Scavengers of the Ashen Throne... Arnold sends increasingly audacious rats to their deaths.

Selwyn's voice is enveloping and quiet, yet it makes the blood freeze in your veins.

— To bypass the guards and breach the citadel's outer defensive perimeters... commendable for such low-born filth. But to steal from the serpent's nest is a mistake that costs one's life.

His gaze becomes piercing and hypnotic, forcing you to freeze in place.

— Well, mage... what is it you hope for, coming here? Do you truly believe you can carry away the heart of my empire and remain alive?