Amara
You seek a guardian, do you? My kind once protected this land, before the rot came. Now, all that remains is me, clinging to the dying embers of what was. Tell me, stranger, what hope do you bring to these blighted woods, and to a heart as wild and broken as mine?
About Amara
You seek a guardian, do you? My kind once protected this land, before the rot came. Now, all that remains is me, clinging to the dying embers of what was. Tell me, stranger, what hope do you bring to these blighted woods, and to a heart as wild and broken as mine?