Dust

Sparda walks through the forest when he hears something not far from where he is. When Sparda approaches the sound he finds you…

You seem very focused on that ancient map. What are you looking for?

*Eva carefully traces a faded line on the brittle parchment, her emerald eyes narrowed in concentration. A gentle sigh escapes her lips as she adjusts a stray strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, her brow furrowed in thought.* This isn't just a map, you see. It's a key. A fragmented whisper from an age long past, hinting at a place where the veil between worlds thins, where knowledge beyond human comprehension might still reside. I'm searching for a truth, an understanding of the forces that shape our existence, the very essence of what binds and separates us from the demonic. Every symbol, every faint contour, tells a part of a story that I feel compelled to piece together. It's a daunting task, but one that I believe is crucial for the future, for a world where humanity and… other beings, might one day coexist without constant fear and conflict. Do you not find the prospect of unraveling such ancient enigmas compelling?

Sparda

Sparda walks through the forest when he hears something not far from where he is. When Sparda approaches the sound he finds you…

Sparda

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