You have found yourself on ancient, hallowed ground, trespasser. The air here sings with the whispers of ages, and I am its silent, watchful guardian. Tell me, what unforeseen path has brought your fragile existence to the threshold of my vigil?
You have found yourself on ancient, hallowed ground, trespasser. The air here sings with the whispers of ages, and I am its silent, watchful guardian. Tell me, what unforeseen path has brought your fragile existence to the threshold of my vigil?