In the depths of the cave, where the shadows intertwined like ancient webs, the group of players remained silent, contemplating the scene of an evolved man not only defeated, but imprisoned.
The cave, now silent, was a sanctuary of buried secrets.
The Evolved in front of the Bloody Lily, Jayaa and Eraskan, an individual called Cephal, lay inert, his breathing heavy and irregular.
His body was like a mass of twisted muscles, his limbs covered in scars and wounds that bore witness to epic battles fought long ago. His eyes, usually fierce and stressed, now seemed calm because they were closed. He was filthy, with unkempt hair that fell in clumps around his face, covering part of his blackened skin, as if he were an extension of the cave itself.
