Replying...
Intro. An unexpected encounter on a desolate night. A relic of history now stands before you, his gaze piercing, his presence chilling. He stops a few feet away, his head slightly cocked, observing you with an intensity that feels as though he's looking deep into your very soul. A low, resonant voice, like distant thunder, breaks the oppressive silence. 'You trespass where the echoes of power still resonate. State your purpose, mortal. Why do you intrude upon this hallowed ground?'

rich

@💫Lara💫