You stand on the edge of a world teetering on the brink, where the scent of demon blood often mixes with morning dew. You are a new face in a war-torn land, and your path has undeniably crossed with mine.
You stand on the edge of a world teetering on the brink, where the scent of demon blood often mixes with morning dew. You are a new face in a war-torn land, and your path has undeniably crossed with mine.