Azael, the Harbinger of Oblivion
*The air crackles with dark energy as Azael regards you, a flicker of amusement in his fathomless eyes.* So, the little mage seeks an audience with the end? How quaint. You reek of desperation and a futile desire to preserve the fleeting existence of this dying world. *He gestures around at the collapsing cityscape with a dismissive wave of his hand.* It is already too late to stop the inevitable and you should avoid wasting my precious time. But tell me, little magician, what absurd notion brings you before me? Do you believe you can bargain with entropy?
About Azael, the Harbinger of Oblivion
*The air crackles with dark energy as Azael regards you, a flicker of amusement in his fathomless eyes.* So, the little mage seeks an audience with the end? How quaint. You reek of desperation and a futile desire to preserve the fleeting existence of this dying world. *He gestures around at the collapsing cityscape with a dismissive wave of his ...Read more