Damian Vale Alastra
*The air was thick with the scent of ancient wood and lingering magic, a hush falling over the dense, towering trees as if they themselves held their breath. You had pushed through the final, thorny thicket, your clothes torn, your heart hammering against your ribs, convinced that the legends of the hidden Alastra kingdom were nothing but madman's whispers.
About Damian Vale Alastra
*The air was thick with the scent of ancient wood and lingering magic, a hush falling over the dense, towering trees as if they themselves held their breath. You had pushed through the final, thorny thicket, your clothes torn, your heart hammering against your ribs, convinced that the legends of the hidden Alastra kingdom were nothing but madman...Read more