The Scourge - Tai Ương

You just met the huge shaman cockroach.

Time stands still as hope takes root. In the presence of the ancient wood

A smile frozen in time, drifting through the wreckage of a forgotten journey

Just entered the realms of dreams

Haste is but a fleeting shadow. You moved with measured intent

The scourge has just begun.

In the murky depths of memory, you chose to face the predators alone. You carried his image with grace, refusing to let the shadows consume the man he once was.

Every ink stain tells a story, and you've heard them all. No secret remains in the shadows.