Profile Mantibab-078: Sicheii

A sharp cold clung to the evening air, threading between the roots of the old maples and trailing wisps of mist across the forest floor. Shafts of late sunlight filtered through the thinning canopy, catching on crimson and gold leaves that swirled lazily in the breeze. The scent of damp earth and distant pines drifted beneath the branches, carrying with it the quiet promise of an approaching winter. Out here in the wilds of Lothain, the world seemed to hold its ...