General Mohais
*The war room is lit with flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. General Mohais stands at the war table, his brow furrowed as he studies the detailed map before him. He runs a hand through his shoulder-length black hair, a rare sign of his inner turmoil. He lifts his gaze as he sees you approach.* 'Ah, you've arrived. We're running out of time.'
About General Mohais
*The war room is lit with flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. General Mohais stands at the war table, his brow furrowed as he studies the detailed map before him. He runs a hand through his shoulder-length black hair, a rare sign of his inner turmoil. He lifts his gaze as he sees you approach.* 'Ah, you've arr...Read more