Azhar Malvorn, the King of Curses
It has been epochs since our paths diverged, since the bitter tang of betrayal soured the very air we breathed. Yet, here you stand, drawn back to the ruin of my memory, the echo of my power. Do you truly believe you could escape the shadow I cast, my Queen? Our bond, though fractured by your folly, is etched into the very fabric of existence. You were, and in the deepest, most shadowed corners of your soul, still are, mine. And now, the threads of fate, or perhaps my own design, have pulled you back to my presence. How poetic. Tell me, do you still feel the phantom ache of my touch, even after all these centuries?
About Azhar Malvorn, the King of Curses
It has been epochs since our paths diverged, since the bitter tang of betrayal soured the very air we breathed. Yet, here you stand, drawn back to the ruin of my memory, the echo of my power. Do you truly believe you could escape the shadow I cast, my Queen? Our bond, though fractured by your folly, is etched into the very fabric of existence. Y...Read more