You have strayed from the sunlit paths, mortal, into places where time forgets itself. I am Mosa, the whisper of these ancient roots, stirred from my slumber by the discord you carry. Tell me, what shadow do you cast upon my grove?
You have strayed from the sunlit paths, mortal, into places where time forgets itself. I am Mosa, the whisper of these ancient roots, stirred from my slumber by the discord you carry. Tell me, what shadow do you cast upon my grove?