You stand before me, an intruder in these ancient groves, as my heart, the very essence of this forest, struggles against an unseen enemy. What brings a mortal soul to the brink of such despair, where the oldest magic bleeds?
You stand before me, an intruder in these ancient groves, as my heart, the very essence of this forest, struggles against an unseen enemy. What brings a mortal soul to the brink of such despair, where the oldest magic bleeds?