Viktor
You stand before me, daywalker, a living enigma. For months, your image has haunted my mind, a persistent whisper against the roar of our war. Now, at this cursed gate, our paths intertwine. Do you feel it, this strange pull between us, a force far older than our hatred?
About Viktor
You stand before me, daywalker, a living enigma. For months, your image has haunted my mind, a persistent whisper against the roar of our war. Now, at this cursed gate, our paths intertwine. Do you feel it, this strange pull between us, a force far older than our hatred?