The warrior scans the horizon, his posture is firm, his face serious.
The little girl holds his hand firmly, she knows nothing of what awaits her. Her frightened eyes seek comfort, but the warrior is elsewhere.
He knows that his mission is difficult, he prepares himself for the worst.
The armor of the warrior starts to move. Animated by the muscles of the homin, it crushes the beautiful Atys leaving visible marks.
The small one does not release him, its fate holds only with him.
A guard of Pyr sees them disappear, direction the dunes of the Exile. And the Exile holds out its hand to them. He is the only one...
The powers that be look at them, sneer, leaving them no other choice than a long journey on foot.
The little girl holds his hand firmly, she knows nothing of what awaits her. Her frightened eyes seek comfort, but the warrior is elsewhere.
He knows that his mission is difficult, he prepares himself for the worst.
The armor of the warrior starts to move. Animated by the muscles of the homin, it crushes the beautiful Atys leaving visible marks.
The small one does not release him, its fate holds only with him.
A guard of Pyr sees them disappear, direction the dunes of the Exile. And the Exile holds out its hand to them. He is the only one...
The powers that be look at them, sneer, leaving them no other choice than a long journey on foot.