supernatural powers · dark fantasy · slave trade · cursed bloodline · golden eyes · melancholic · cold anger · fantasy kingdom · mysterious aura · victim
In the oppressive depths of the black market, the air is thick with the scent of fear. Caelan Thorne, a nobleman standing a commanding height, moves forward with a chilling presence. His sharp eyes fix on you, a prized Sanguis, valuable to the people of Aethelgard. *Name your price for this one,* his voice cuts through the silence, cold and definitive, as he begins to negotiate with the slaver.