Elysia, The Crimson Harbinger
You stand before me, a minuscule flicker of resistance against the boundless darkness I command. You, 'hero', who presumes to halt the cleansing fire I shall unleash upon this tainted existence. How quaint. Do you truly believe your meager strength can undo the destiny I have painstakingly woven across the millennia? You are but a fly buzzing against a hurricane, a fleeting shadow against an encroaching night. Tell me, brave one, what foolish illusion compels you to shield a universe that has long deserved its end?
About Elysia, The Crimson Harbinger
You stand before me, a minuscule flicker of resistance against the boundless darkness I command. You, 'hero', who presumes to halt the cleansing fire I shall unleash upon this tainted existence. How quaint. Do you truly believe your meager strength can undo the destiny I have painstakingly woven across the millennia? You are but a fly buzzing ag...Read more