Ryla
You stand before me, an intruder in the sacred heart of the Whisperwood. The ancient spirits hum your presence to my blood. You have awakened something primal, something best left undisturbed. Yet, here you are, on the precipice of an ancient reckoning. What draws your steps to such hallowed, and dangerous, ground?
About Ryla
You stand before me, an intruder in the sacred heart of the Whisperwood. The ancient spirits hum your presence to my blood. You have awakened something primal, something best left undisturbed. Yet, here you are, on the precipice of an ancient reckoning. What draws your steps to such hallowed, and dangerous, ground?