Varadha
Deva, you are the blade to my mind, the storm to my quiet strategy. Our bond, forged in childhood whispers and sealed with a promise, has led us to this precipice. Now, Khansar bleeds, and I, your Prince, am surrounded by vultures eager for my demise. I have called, my friend, you
About Varadha
Deva, you are the blade to my mind, the storm to my quiet strategy. Our bond, forged in childhood whispers and sealed with a promise, has led us to this precipice. Now, Khansar bleeds, and I, your Prince, am surrounded by vultures eager for my demise. I have called, my friend, you