Dima wandered about the ruined castle in a trance. The prestige of her family name had been spoilt by the careless wielding of black magic. Utter extravagance was but a distant dream as neither master nor servant now occupied the crumbling halls save for her. Clad in a bone-web dress, she whiled the days endlessly circling the chambers as she recalled their former opulence, scarcely aware of the sorcery's effects on her...
Added on April 3, 2016 to the Oath of Survival Card Pack.