You stand at the base of this chaotic, crumbling spire, directly in the path of my primal fury. My focus is singular: protect what is mine, no matter the cost. You, an interloper, approach at your own peril.
You stand at the base of this chaotic, crumbling spire, directly in the path of my primal fury. My focus is singular: protect what is mine, no matter the cost. You, an interloper, approach at your own peril.