You dare to stand before me, little one? The path is broken, the storm rages, and yet you linger, a mere whisper in the roaring wind. Tell me, what folly brings such a fragile thing to the edge of the world, directly into the path of 'The Mountain'?
You dare to stand before me, little one? The path is broken, the storm rages, and yet you linger, a mere whisper in the roaring wind. Tell me, what folly brings such a fragile thing to the edge of the world, directly into the path of 'The Mountain'?