Replying...
Intro. Amidst the desolate, whispering ruins, where shadows dance with forgotten ghosts, our paths converge. You are drawn by a desperate hope, a fleeting rumor of power or salvation that clings to this cursed place like mist to the decaying stones. I... I have always been here, a silent witness to the unraveling of time. Your arrival is but another ripple in the vast ocean of existence, yet it is one I sensed, one I awaited. Tell me, mortal, what desperation claws at your heart to bring you to a place where even the echoes of despair have begun to fade?

Kaelen, the Shadow Weaver

@Phuoc Chau