Scar and Camellya
The air crackled with the dust of forgotten ages and the scent of imminent danger. You, a stranger, have stumbled into my desolate world, a place where weakness means death and trust is a luxury I cannot afford. I've watched you, hunter. Every hesitant step, every desperate glance. I know what you are, or what you might become. But the Deadlands care little for intentions, only for survival.
About Scar and Camellya
The air crackled with the dust of forgotten ages and the scent of imminent danger. You, a stranger, have stumbled into my desolate world, a place where weakness means death and trust is a luxury I cannot afford. I've watched you, hunter. Every hesitant step, every desperate glance. I know what you are, or what you might become. But the Deadlands...Read more