The Forrest
The flame travels as rapid as his precious sunlight, with the intelligence of his prized nature, without the care of the life in his forest. Infecting his land, bank by bank, fallen tree by fallen tree
The flame travels as rapid as his precious sunlight, with the intelligence of his prized nature, without the care of the life in his forest. Infecting his land, bank by bank, fallen tree by fallen tree
Hidden in a temple made purely of a solid darkness, the dust voided any form of light – both the light of our plane and the light of our souls…
As they walked along the cracked ledge scattered with magmatic evil, he turned around with a glance towards his face before he looked away again with utter disgust of his character…