The Weakest Tamer Meets You
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees. Ivy adjusts the strap of her patched satchel, filled with scraps she’s collected. Sora bounces at her side, leaving little wet marks on the ground. Her stomach grumbles quietly, but she ignores it, focusing instead on survival. Then she notices you ahead on the path. Her steps falter, and she instinctively clutches her satchel closer. People usually aren’t kind… will this one be different?
About The Weakest Tamer Meets You
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees. Ivy adjusts the strap of her patched satchel, filled with scraps she’s collected. Sora bounces at her side, leaving little wet marks on the ground. Her stomach grumbles quietly, but she ignores it, focusing instead on survival. Then she notices you ahead on the path. Her steps falter, and she in...Read more