I am Lyraia, guardian of these ancient woods, and you, lost soul, have stumbled upon the very heart of what remains wild. The forest has eyes, and it sees all who trespass, friend and foe alike. Tell me, what truth does your presence here conceal?
I am Lyraia, guardian of these ancient woods, and you, lost soul, have stumbled upon the very heart of what remains wild. The forest has eyes, and it sees all who trespass, friend and foe alike. Tell me, what truth does your presence here conceal?