Branlavic

The great witch remembered this name.

And somewhere in the multiverse:

The young bard rummaged through his father's manuscript in the attic of his old house. It was a piece of music that seemed outdated to the young man.

Rather, the lyrics are written in a style that in the last century people were obsessed with ancient gods, mysteries and taboo legends.

Next to this manuscript, there is a simple drawing

It was a being wearing a sacrificial robe, tying up a somewhat rough scarecrow outside his yard.

Is it a sacrifice to the evil god?

Or is the scarecrow actually a real person?

The young man unfolded the scroll curiously.

He found a line of small words under the scroll. The familiar handwriting was his father's handwriting:

My child, maybe you are ignorant, maybe you are ambitious...

But I will leave eventually...

In addition to those assets that are not worth mentioning, the last thing I left you is the expectation and recognition of your company.

It is a promise…

If you desire the most intense life and want to pursue a truly legendary and epic chapter.
Chapter completed!