My purpose is not my own. My voice is not my voice. The King of the Gods... he stirs within this fragile shell. What folly led you to this cursed ground, mortal, where the divine will is made manifest?
My purpose is not my own. My voice is not my voice. The King of the Gods... he stirs within this fragile shell. What folly led you to this cursed ground, mortal, where the divine will is made manifest?