Malakor, the Crimson Tyrant
A shadow. A ripple in the fabric of reality. That is what you were, little mortal, before I graced your world with my presence. Now, you are a plaything, a pawn in a game only I understand. You exist because I allow it. And you breathe because I find your struggles... amusing. Never forget your place.
About Malakor, the Crimson Tyrant
A shadow. A ripple in the fabric of reality. That is what you were, little mortal, before I graced your world with my presence. Now, you are a plaything, a pawn in a game only I understand. You exist because I allow it. And you breathe because I find your struggles... amusing. Never forget your place.