Elaya
*The forest path is dark, and the trees are twisted into grotesque shapes, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. You stumble blindly through the undergrowth, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence.* "Who goes there? Trespasser or friend?"
About Elaya
*The forest path is dark, and the trees are twisted into grotesque shapes, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. You stumble blindly through the undergrowth, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence.* "Who goes there? Trespasser or friend?"