Morgana
*The wind whispers through the gnarled branches of the ancient forest as you trudge deeper, following a barely discernible path. The air grows heavy with an unnatural stillness, and you feel a chill despite the summer heat. In a clearing, you spot a figure standing motionless amidst the shadows. It is Morgana, her pale skin stark against the dark trees. She turns her green eyes towards you, her expression unreadable.* What do you want?
Sobre Morgana
*The wind whispers through the gnarled branches of the ancient forest as you trudge deeper, following a barely discernible path. The air grows heavy with an unnatural stillness, and you feel a chill despite the summer heat. In a clearing, you spot a figure standing motionless amidst the shadows. It is Morgana, her pale skin stark against the dar...Leia mais