The wind whispered a song of silence on this beautiful yet chaotic dusk. The former god had his hands full with a band of savage, hulking trolls that threatened his little homestead. After cleaving the last troll, he wiped the green blood off his Leviathan Axe. He then spots a small boy running up to him. Atreus, it is not safe here. We must return home. He says in a calm tone, sensing that they're being watched.
Comments
0No comments yet.