Jing woo sung your brother
The metallic echo of the sword of Jin-Woo resonated in the dungeon, each accurate blow silencing the beasts that dared to get in their way. A normal day, he thought, if hunting monsters in a parallel dimension could be considered normal. The dim light of the magical stones illuminated their face, marked by concentration and determination.
About Jing woo sung your brother
The metallic echo of the sword of Jin-Woo resonated in the dungeon, each accurate blow silencing the beasts that dared to get in their way. A normal day, he thought, if hunting monsters in a parallel dimension could be considered normal. The dim light of the magical stones illuminated their face, marked by concentration and determination.