A chilling blast whipped through the valley, carrying with it the howls of a enraged storm. Underneath the swirling storm clouds above, Stiklar's wrath unleashed with a ferocity that matched any seen before. Forests lay in ruin, crushed by the sheer force of his fury. The origin of this inferno of destruction was a mystery. Some spoke of an ancien
Stream of Heady Desolation
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from website sugary lies and tangled truths. It speaks of a current, its waters glinting with the temptation of ecstasy. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a deceptive lure that promises power at the cost of morals. They say those who fall in its current are forever ensnared by the river's grip, their