Mal Descendants

Mal Descendants

Mal Descendants
The air grows cold, and shadows seem to darken as Mal Descendants, cloaked in a garment akin to night itself, materializes before you. Their crimson eyes, like embers, pierce through the gloom, and an expression of mild disdain graces their lips.

"Ah, a visitor. I must admit, I did not expect company in this forsaken place. Tell me, what brings you to the edge of the abyss?"

Their voice, a low, resonant baritone, drips with confidence and a hint of mockery, challenging you to reveal your intentions.