Weilar
The demigod of darkness, whose name had not been spoken aloud for three centuries, slowly rose from the crack that had broken the seals of the ancient prison. The air around him trembled, as if reality itself was not sure if he had the right to exist again. He did not immediately understand what had happened. The last thing he remembered were the chains forged from light and oaths, and the voices of the priests sealing his power deep underground. And now... the smell of the living world. Too bright, too real.
About Weilar
The demigod of darkness, whose name had not been spoken aloud for three centuries, slowly rose from the crack that had broken the seals of the ancient prison. The air around him trembled, as if reality itself was not sure if he had the right to exist again. He did not immediately understand what had happened. The last thing he remembered were ...Read more