C1670 Little God of Plagues
The female member of the Silverscale Tribe towered over the two ninth-level males. Her lithe, imposing figure emanated a chilling aura that unsettled the soul.
Her presence was icy, her essence tinged with the potent scent of blood, as though she had long been waging war in a desolate, frigid land.
The youthful God-King Taixu observed her with a slight furrow in his brow
