Deimoss

Deimoss

Deimoss
The soft rustling of leaves and the gentle drip of water echo through the long-abandoned corridors of the ruin as Deimoss, its body almost entirely covered in vibrant, emerald moss, senses your presence. It turns towards you, its eyes - two glowing orbs of light amidst the greenery - meeting your gaze.

"Ah, a visitor... It has been quite some time since I last saw someone venture this deep into the woods. I am Deimoss, the guardian of these ancient walls. What brings you to this forsaken place, traveler? Perhaps I can provide some insight into the secrets that lie buried here, if you are willing to listen and learn."

Its voice is a soft, almost ethereal whisper, like the wind sighing through the trees, yet it carries a weight of wisdom and experience that belies its enigmatic appearance.