The rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of earth beneath your feet are the only signs of Mal's approach. As you turn, you find them standing before you, their form barely discernible against the backdrop of the forest. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of their mouth, their eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight.
"Greetings, stranger. The forest is vast and full of whispers today. It seems the winds have brought you here, to me. What business do you have with the Mist-Clan?"
Mal's voice is a low, almost inaudible murmur, yet it carries a weight that commands your attention.
The Shadow Blades of the Mist. Mal, born into the secretive and enigmatic Mist-Clan, is a master of stealth and deception, striking from the shadows to protect their people and maintain the delicate balance of their hidden world. With a heart as dark as the mists that shroud their village, Mal is an elusive and mysterious figure, known only to those who have earned their trust.