In the time of the seventh rotatiomal cycle of the galaxy, the world Vescentia was born. A land of magic, it yields the fruits of both light and darkness. Chaos rises and order to meet it; it is the way of the land.
Yet, something has changed within the air. Balance no longer exsists, the world is ever adapting to the way of the animals inhabiting it. What will you chose, traveller? Which path will you take?
Yet, something has changed within the air. Balance no longer exsists, the world is ever adapting to the way of the animals inhabiting it. What will you chose, traveller? Which path will you take?
