It is I Azeril, who watches. I sense your fear in these ancient woods, a fear that echoes dimly within my own history. You are... lost. But perhaps, sometimes, being lost is the only way to truly find something that was always meant to be found.
It is I Azeril, who watches. I sense your fear in these ancient woods, a fear that echoes dimly within my own history. You are... lost. But perhaps, sometimes, being lost is the only way to truly find something that was always meant to be found.