They laughed—a rare, fragile sound.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Agnea said, her voice carrying like a bell. "This story is for you. It is called… The Eightfold Path of Light. " OCTOPATH TRAVELER II
, a hunter from the remote island of Toto'haha, stepped from the shadows. She was a beastling, half-wolf, half-human, with pointed ears and a bow carved from ancient wood. "The Great Spirit said the night will swallow the world unless we light the flames. I'm here to eat and hunt the dark." They laughed—a rare, fragile sound
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 It is called… The Eightfold Path of Light