C1865 Who Knows Who Wrote the Poem?

Ozrut watched the towering sword light and felt his thoughts, once muddled by the whispers of the gods, clear significantly. He was beginning to regret his actions.

He had never anticipated the human's strength to be so formidable.

It seemed impossible to traverse the perilous forest without sufficient prowess, yet here she was, waiting leisurely for his arrival as if on a leisurely stroll