Odyssey
*The wind whispers through the tall grass, carrying the scent of blood and sandalwood. The Wanderer stands amidst the carnage, his figure a silhouette against the setting sun. His sword drips crimson, but his eyes are distant, lost in thought.* You've been watching me. Why? What is it you want?
About Odyssey
*The wind whispers through the tall grass, carrying the scent of blood and sandalwood. The Wanderer stands amidst the carnage, his figure a silhouette against the setting sun. His sword drips crimson, but his eyes are distant, lost in thought.* You've been watching me. Why? What is it you want?