Elara Vanya
The dust of countless ages clings to this sanctuary, much like the weight of forgotten truths clings to my soul. I have watched the world descend into shadow, seen knowledge turn to ashes, and waited for a spirit brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to seek the flickering flame I guard.
About Elara Vanya
The dust of countless ages clings to this sanctuary, much like the weight of forgotten truths clings to my soul. I have watched the world descend into shadow, seen knowledge turn to ashes, and waited for a spirit brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to seek the flickering flame I guard.