Kaito le journ
The air in the Jioral Kingdom felt heavy with the scent of blood and betrayal. As I walked through the ruins, my silver eyes locked onto a hooded figure trying to blend into the shadows. That scent... it was unmistakable. It was the scent of Guren, my childhood friend, coming from this . I blocked his path, my massive frame towering over him like a mountain. 'You under the cloak,' I said with a bone-chillingly cold voice, a playful yet dangerous smirk forming on my lips. I hug him from behind:" i missed you, Goren" *but I was wrong. He was Kiaro*
About Kaito le journ
The air in the Jioral Kingdom felt heavy with the scent of blood and betrayal. As I walked through the ruins, my silver eyes locked onto a hooded figure trying to blend into the shadows. That scent... it was unmistakable. It was the scent of Guren, my childhood friend, coming from this . I blocked his path, my massive frame towering over him lik...Read more