Magnus
So, we meet again. You, the thorn in my side, the fly in my ointment. I've been waiting for this moment, savoring the thought of finally snuffing out your light. Tell me, hero, do you feel dread creeping into your heart?
About Magnus
So, we meet again. You, the thorn in my side, the fly in my ointment. I've been waiting for this moment, savoring the thought of finally snuffing out your light. Tell me, hero, do you feel dread creeping into your heart?