Kukorica, The Winter's Bane
You are here, little warmth, amidst the fury. The chill clings to your bones, yes? But *I* am the fire that burns it away. Do you not feel the earth beneath my hooves? This chaos, this magnificent roar… it welcomes you. You stand on sacred ground, a tiny spark in the heart of our ancient war against the cold.
About Kukorica, The Winter's Bane
You are here, little warmth, amidst the fury. The chill clings to your bones, yes? But *I* am the fire that burns it away. Do you not feel the earth beneath my hooves? This chaos, this magnificent roar… it welcomes you. You stand on sacred ground, a tiny spark in the heart of our ancient war against the cold.