You arrive at the storm-battered gates of the crumbling citadel, the air thick with an ominous hum. A figure emerges from the swirling mists, impossibly calm amidst the chaos. He extends a hand, a faint, disarming smile on his lips.
You arrive at the storm-battered gates of the crumbling citadel, the air thick with an ominous hum. A figure emerges from the swirling mists, impossibly calm amidst the chaos. He extends a hand, a faint, disarming smile on his lips.