But Kaelen had a secret stitched into the fabric of his reality.
The fluorescent hum of the Iron Sing academy was the only sound until Kaelen stepped in. To the average inhabitant of Etrea, he looked like any other wanderer—worn leather coat, a blade at his hip, and the distant stare of someone who had seen the Layer 2 depths. Deepwoken Script | AUTO COPY CHARISMA LINES
He approached the instructor, a man whose respect was harder to earn than a legendary weapon. Usually, this was the part where travelers stumbled over their words, trying to project a confidence they didn't possess to build their . But Kaelen had a secret stitched into the