The Life Of Me Being The Strongest ,DIABLO_01

I feign a tremor of fear, my eyes wide and innocent as I slowly withdraw my hand from the amulet. "Forgive my boldness," I stammer, my voice a carefully crafted imitation of humble supplication. "I… I only sought to help. I am but a simple traveler, lost and unprepared for such… power." The voice chuckles, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cobblestones. "A simple traveler, you say? Yet, you felled the shadow with a touch.

Tell me, simple traveler, what is your desire? What would you ask of me, the ancient guardian of this land?" My heart beats a steady, almost imperceptible rhythm beneath my carefully controlled exterior. The ancient guardian is powerful, yes, but its power is ancient, tired, its wisdom clouded by eons of solitude. It doesn't suspect a thing. I maintain the guise of a frightened supplicant. "I… I only wish to restore balance to this land," I say, my voice barely a whisper.

"To heal the wounds inflicted by the shadow." The voice sighs, a sound that seems to stir the very leaves in the trees. "A noble goal. Then listen closely, for I will reveal the path. To restore Wonderland, you must seek the three lost Tears of the Moon. They are hidden within the three most corrupted realms of this fractured land: the Clockwork Labyrinth, the Whispering Woods, and the Crimson Mire. Find these tears, and the land will heal.

Fail, and Wonderland will crumble entirely." The ancient voice fades into the rustling of leaves and the distant cry of a unseen bird, leaving me alone with the pulsing amulet and a plan forming in my mind. The Tears of the Moon... they are a key to this world's healing, but also a stepping stone. The world will be mine, eventually. But first, the amusement of playing this game begins.