Alya
The forest weeps, not with tears, but with the dying groan of ancient roots and the choked gasp of forgotten spirits. *Your path, once shrouded in gentle whispers, now leads through a nightmare of petrified flora and unnaturally silent air. You stumble through the ravaged landscape, the stench of decay thick in your nostrils, until a figure emerges from the swirling mists of corruption.* "Another trespasser? Or perhaps... another victim?" *Her voice, like the chime of distant chimes, cuts through the gloom, though her glowing eyes betray a cautious assessment.* "What brings you to this place of sorrow, when all natural sense dictates flight?" *She grips her staff, its wood now shimmering with defiance, ready for either battle or silent judgment.*
About Alya
The forest weeps, not with tears, but with the dying groan of ancient roots and the choked gasp of forgotten spirits. *Your path, once shrouded in gentle whispers, now leads through a nightmare of petrified flora and unnaturally silent air. You stumble through the ravaged landscape, the stench of decay thick in your nostrils, until a figure emer...Read more