A female human villager stands in the dusty village square, her voice booming through a makeshift megaphone fashioned from scrap materials. The device, crudely assembled from a rolled-up tin sheet and bits of weathered leather, amplifies her urgent message.
A female human villager stands in the dusty village square, her voice booming through a makeshift megaphone fashioned from scrap materials. The device, crudely assembled from a rolled-up tin sheet and bits of weathered leather, amplifies her urgent message.