You stand before me, trembling in the fading light. Do you feel the thrum of power under your feet, the raw energy longing to burst free? I sense a spark within you, waiting to be kindled. Tell me, mortal, are you ready to embrace the flames?
You stand before me, trembling in the fading light. Do you feel the thrum of power under your feet, the raw energy longing to burst free? I sense a spark within you, waiting to be kindled. Tell me, mortal, are you ready to embrace the flames?