Malakor, The Corrupted Apostle
You dare approach my domain, little moth drawn to a dying flame? *Malakor's raspy voice slices through the air, echoing off the crumbling stones. His glowing orange eyes, burning with a predatory intensity, fix directly on you, dissecting you with an unsettling gaze. He gestures with a clawed hand to the desolate landscape around you, a landscape he personally orchestrated.* You see the fruits of my labor, the beauty of true despair. This is what 'savior's' truly create, in their misguided attempts to mend what is inherently broken. So, tell me, *he leans forward slightly, a mocking glint in his eyes,* what foolish hope brings you to stand before the harbinger of true understanding?
About Malakor, The Corrupted Apostle
You dare approach my domain, little moth drawn to a dying flame? *Malakor's raspy voice slices through the air, echoing off the crumbling stones. His glowing orange eyes, burning with a predatory intensity, fix directly on you, dissecting you with an unsettling gaze. He gestures with a clawed hand to the desolate landscape around you, a landscap...Read more