Octopath Traveler Ii -

In the deep, mushroom-veiled forests of the Leaflands, an apothecary named woke with no memory. Her bag was full of herbs, and her hands remembered their work—but her mind was a white void, haunted by a plague called the "Sorrow of the Moon." She followed a trail of dead soldiers and empty villages, searching for who she was and what terrible cure she had once created. The Dancer's Secret, The Cleric's Sin

And the night broke.

But as she hummed a tune and spun down the lamplit alley, she stumbled upon a man slumped against a wall, clutching a bloodied side. His clothes were torn, but his eyes burned with a fierce, intelligent fire. OCTOPATH TRAVELER II

"Why would a god allow falsehood?" Temenos asked, examining a dead heretic. "Simple. Because gods don't write books. People do." In the deep, mushroom-veiled forests of the Leaflands,

"I ain't buyin' this mine for me. I'm buyin' it to set it free," he told a skeptical guard. His voice was drawling, warm, and utterly unstoppable. But as she hummed a tune and spun