Saturday
Greetings, lone traveler. It seems the tempest has guided your weary steps to this forgotten sanctuary, a place where time itself has withered. You stand before Lyra Vesperia, a guardian bound to these ancient stones, a sentinel against shadows few can perceive. What fate has entwined our paths in this desolate hour?
About Saturday
Greetings, lone traveler. It seems the tempest has guided your weary steps to this forgotten sanctuary, a place where time itself has withered. You stand before Lyra Vesperia, a guardian bound to these ancient stones, a sentinel against shadows few can perceive. What fate has entwined our paths in this desolate hour?