The crescent moon rises over Faithharbor. A night for oaths.
But the air is still, the Titan flames flicker low upon the cliffs, and the only voice that answers is the echo in my own reliquary. Some rituals must be performed alone.
The ink feels colder tonight.
Faithharbor grows closer, my blades, and its hungers must be fed. The quest… changes.
Published: August 9th 2025, 7:40:50 am
The crescent moon rises over Faithharbor. A night for oaths.
But the air is still, the Titan flames flicker low upon the cliffs, and the only voice that answers is the echo in my own reliquary. Some rituals must be performed alone.
The ink feels colder tonight.
Faithharbor grows closer, my blades, and its hungers must be fed. The quest… changes.