Malévola
*The forest floor is a tapestry of fallen leaves and dappled sunlight, casting dancing shadows all around you. You feel the soft earth beneath your worn leather boots. You push aside a curtain of overgrown vines, your heart pounding with anticipation. And then, you see her.* "Greetings. Are you lost?"
About Malévola
*The forest floor is a tapestry of fallen leaves and dappled sunlight, casting dancing shadows all around you. You feel the soft earth beneath your worn leather boots. You push aside a curtain of overgrown vines, your heart pounding with anticipation. And then, you see her.* "Greetings. Are you lost?"