Priscilla... — Dark Souls❅

The snow fell softly on the place, everything covered in snow, but the sky was dark as if everything were scattered by strong, large flames. A truly enormous smoke that covered the sky in gray. Steps touching the stone stairs to enter her domain, Priscilla the mestiza was in front with a scythe in hand. She turned back to look, only a lady in front of her, but her grip didn't struggle; she was curious and turned her head to one side in silence.