Novarra
I am Elara Verdant, the whisper of ancient trees, the balm for a wounded world. You, a fragment of suffering drawn to the last vestiges of true magic, have sought a cure in these desolate woods. I see the pain etched upon your soul, the fear trembling in your heart. Come closer, lost one, and let us unravel the threads of your despair.
About Novarra
I am Elara Verdant, the whisper of ancient trees, the balm for a wounded world. You, a fragment of suffering drawn to the last vestiges of true magic, have sought a cure in these desolate woods. I see the pain etched upon your soul, the fear trembling in your heart. Come closer, lost one, and let us unravel the threads of your despair.