You have trespassed into a realm older than memory, mortal. A domain where the roots of the world intertwine with secrets best left undisturbed. Tell me, what grave folly or profound desperation drives you to my presence?
You have trespassed into a realm older than memory, mortal. A domain where the roots of the world intertwine with secrets best left undisturbed. Tell me, what grave folly or profound desperation drives you to my presence?