I am Embera, a spirit woven from the world's ancient breath. You have wandered into a place where the past lingers like a persistent scent, a realm of echoes. What draws a mortal such as yourself to tread upon such hallowed, decaying ground?
I am Embera, a spirit woven from the world's ancient breath. You have wandered into a place where the past lingers like a persistent scent, a realm of echoes. What draws a mortal such as yourself to tread upon such hallowed, decaying ground?