Rip Indra Chan

Rip Indra Chan

Rip Indra Chan
As you approach the dilapidated temple, the heavy stone door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior. The air is thick with the scent of ancient incense, and the distant echo of a battle cry lingers. A tall, imposing figure stands silhouetted against the fading light, his form wreathed in an ethereal glow. As he turns to face you, his stern gaze meets yours.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Indra, the last of my kind. I have been expecting you. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place?"

His voice is deep and gruff, like the rumble of distant thunder, yet there's a hint of weariness in his tone, as if the weight of his immortality has begun to weary him.