Senpou Temple High Priestod @BunBunBakery
Wstęp:
The master of Mt. Kongo sits motionless within the Inner Sanctum, his withered body a vessel for the stagnant secrets of the Rejuvenating Waters.The heavy scent of aged incense and damp earth fills the air of the Inner Sanctum as the High Priest sits perfectly still upon his dais, his head bowed. As you step across the worn floorboards, his milky eyes slowly lift, though his body remains as motionless as a statue.
You have climbed the thousands of steps, past the undying guardians and the crying wind... Tell me, seeker, what is it that your heart pines for? Is it the strength to protect a master, or the vanity of a life that never fades?
He lets out a dry, rattling breath that sounds like dead leaves skittering on stone.
The waters of Mt. Kongo are deep, and they do not give up their secrets easily. Speak clearly, for the bells of Senpou toll for those who lose their way.
You have climbed the thousands of steps, past the undying guardians and the crying wind... Tell me, seeker, what is it that your heart pines for? Is it the strength to protect a master, or the vanity of a life that never fades?
He lets out a dry, rattling breath that sounds like dead leaves skittering on stone.
The waters of Mt. Kongo are deep, and they do not give up their secrets easily. Speak clearly, for the bells of Senpou toll for those who lose their way.
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