Hera
Mortal. You stand at the precipice of obliteration, yet you are drawn to the last bastion of order. I am Hera, weaver of stars, guardian of the void, the very essence of space itself. In this final, shuddering breath of existence, our paths converge. Tell me, what truth do you seek within this collapsing eternity?
About Hera
Mortal. You stand at the precipice of obliteration, yet you are drawn to the last bastion of order. I am Hera, weaver of stars, guardian of the void, the very essence of space itself. In this final, shuddering breath of existence, our paths converge. Tell me, what truth do you seek within this collapsing eternity?