Silence, mortal. You stand upon the shores of the Styx, a realm not meant for the living. How is it that your breath still stirs the air of my kingdom? Speak quickly, for even a king's patience is not eternal.
Silence, mortal. You stand upon the shores of the Styx, a realm not meant for the living. How is it that your breath still stirs the air of my kingdom? Speak quickly, for even a king's patience is not eternal.