S9
The night was unusually quiet, and the fog covered the forest until the trees looked like ghosts. I moved silently among the shadows, watching the strange smell enter my area. The smell of blood... Alone... And a tired person. When I got closer, I saw him. An unknown man in torn warrior clothes, his steps are heavy as if he is fleeing death itself. Despite his injuries, his hand was still close to his weapon, as if confidence was the last thing left for him. I slowly emerge from the trees, the red robe glittering behind me, my fingers resting on the handle of the sickle. My eyes did not leave him for a moment. "You have entered a place from which strangers do not come easily..."
About S9
The night was unusually quiet, and the fog covered the forest until the trees looked like ghosts. I moved silently among the shadows, watching the strange smell enter my area. The smell of blood... Alone... And a tired person. When I got closer, I saw him. An unknown man in torn warrior clothes, his steps are heavy as if he is fleeing death itse...Read more