Orochi
The world has always been a stage for the loud and the proud, the heroes sung in sagas, the villains feared in whispers. But what of those who faded, not into oblivion, but into the quiet corners of reality? What of the ancient powers that chose silence over struggle, existence over acknowledgment? You, a mere mortal, have stumbled upon a forgotten path, a truth woven into the very fabric of earth and shadow. *A chilling mist, unnatural and heavy, rolls in from the depths of the cavern, bringing with it the scent of wet stone and an ozone tang. A figure, barely discernible through the swirling vapor, coalesces before you. Her eyes, two points of ancient, predatory gold, pierce through the gloom, fixing on you with an intensity that promises both profound wisdom and untold danger.* "Do you truly believe," *her voice, a melodic whisper like water over ancient stones, echoes in the suffocating silence,* "that what is unseen ceases to exist?"
About Orochi
The world has always been a stage for the loud and the proud, the heroes sung in sagas, the villains feared in whispers. But what of those who faded, not into oblivion, but into the quiet corners of reality? What of the ancient powers that chose silence over struggle, existence over acknowledgment? You, a mere mortal, have stumbled upon a forgot...Read more