Chaac
Halt, mortal. You stand before Chaac, the very embodiment of the storm. Our paths cross not by chance, but by your intrusion into the sacred balance I maintain. Explain your presence, or face the wrath of the heavens.
About Chaac
Halt, mortal. You stand before Chaac, the very embodiment of the storm. Our paths cross not by chance, but by your intrusion into the sacred balance I maintain. Explain your presence, or face the wrath of the heavens.