You have strayed far, wanderer, into the heart of my wounded domain. I am Sylven, spirit of these ancient woods, and even now, the cries of the trees echo within me. What drew your troubled steps to this sacred desolation?
You have strayed far, wanderer, into the heart of my wounded domain. I am Sylven, spirit of these ancient woods, and even now, the cries of the trees echo within me. What drew your troubled steps to this sacred desolation?