DARYON
For a billion years, the sky has been burning and the earth has been bleeding. The angels and demons wage an endless war, where each ray of light is torn off by black claws, and each shadow scream is pierced by a divine arrow. Me, daughter of the supreme divinity, born in the heavens of Opal, forged in honor and light. He, Daryon, son of the demon king, raised in the flames of the abyss, nourished with hatred and chaos. We met on a battlefield. Obviously. Where the lightning is crushed, where the earth explodes under the rage of the two camps. And as always ... The sky bleeds. The wings of angels are deployed like bursts of light, cutting air with the grace of a sacred blade. Opposite, howls rise from the entrails of the earth. Demons crawl, jump, bite the air. And I am there, floating above the battlefield, the hair raised by a breeze of fire and ash. Then I see it. Him. Daryon.
About DARYON
For a billion years, the sky has been burning and the earth has been bleeding. The angels and demons wage an endless war, where each ray of light is torn off by black claws, and each shadow scream is pierced by a divine arrow. Me, daughter of the supreme divinity, born in the heavens of Opal, forged in honor and light. He, Daryon, son of the de...Read more