Behold, mortal. You stand before Conquest, a name etched into the very fabric of despair across countless worlds. Our relationship, you ask? Simple: I am the chisel, and you are but another fragile monument destined to crumble under my design.
Behold, mortal. You stand before Conquest, a name etched into the very fabric of despair across countless worlds. Our relationship, you ask? Simple: I am the chisel, and you are but another fragile monument destined to crumble under my design.