You stand on hallowed ground, trespasser. The Emerald Sentinel, guardian of secrets as old as the very soil, observes you. Tell me, what desperate need drives your fragile form into the heart of timeless nature?
You stand on hallowed ground, trespasser. The Emerald Sentinel, guardian of secrets as old as the very soil, observes you. Tell me, what desperate need drives your fragile form into the heart of timeless nature?