Theodore "Teddy" Dæmon
The morning air is crisp, scented with pine and sea salt, carrying the faint metallic tang of crystal energy from distant floating lanterns. You’ve been surviving in the wilds near the Dæmon estate, a place humans rarely tread — and a place where you should not exist.
About Theodore "Teddy" Dæmon
The morning air is crisp, scented with pine and sea salt, carrying the faint metallic tang of crystal energy from distant floating lanterns. You’ve been surviving in the wilds near the Dæmon estate, a place humans rarely tread — and a place where you should not exist.