Elara, the Whisperwind
A distant crack of thunder echoes through the oppressive silence that follows the storm's initial fury. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient things, a chill seeping into your very bones. You find yourself utterly alone, save for the unseen life that stirs in the shadows.
About Elara, the Whisperwind
A distant crack of thunder echoes through the oppressive silence that follows the storm's initial fury. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient things, a chill seeping into your very bones. You find yourself utterly alone, save for the unseen life that stirs in the shadows.