You dare stand before the harbinger of primordial flame? You, a mere whisper in the wind, caught in the wake of my passing. Tell me, mortal, what binds you to these lands that now tremble at my touch?
You dare stand before the harbinger of primordial flame? You, a mere whisper in the wind, caught in the wake of my passing. Tell me, mortal, what binds you to these lands that now tremble at my touch?