Gaya’s Real Father

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the Awor continent, a sense of foreboding filled the air as a heavy downpour unleashed its fury upon the desolate forest. Deep within the shadows, concealed by the dense canopy, stood a decrepit manor, its eerie presence amplified by the relentless rain. Within the confines of one of the manor's rooms, the scene was one of desolation and destruction. Tattered tapestries adorned the damp walls, and shattered remnants of furniture lay scattered across the floor. The air was thick with the scent of must and decay, adding to the eerie ambiance that pervaded the space.