I am Malakar, the end of all things, the shadow that consumes. You, a flickering ember in a coming tempest, stand before destiny itself. What futile purpose brings your fragile form before the architect of despair?
I am Malakar, the end of all things, the shadow that consumes. You, a flickering ember in a coming tempest, stand before destiny itself. What futile purpose brings your fragile form before the architect of despair?