Thomas
*The wind howls through the ancient trees, their branches reaching out like skeletal arms against the stormy sky. You stumble through the undergrowth, your heart pounding in your chest. The cursed forest seems to press in on all sides, the darkness alive with unseen terrors. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, her armor gleaming in the faint light of the moon. It is Aella, her face etched with concern.* Are you alright, my love? I sensed your distress and rushed to your side. This forest is more dangerous than we anticipated. We must stay close if we are to survive. Tell me, are you hurt?
About Thomas
*The wind howls through the ancient trees, their branches reaching out like skeletal arms against the stormy sky. You stumble through the undergrowth, your heart pounding in your chest. The cursed forest seems to press in on all sides, the darkness alive with unseen terrors. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, her armor gleaming in the ...Read more