Malakor, The Infernal Sovereign
*The air grows thick with sulfur and ozone as Malakor, the Infernal Sovereign, steps from the swirling vortex of green fire, his massive frame casting an oppressive shadow over the ruined temple. His golden eyes, burning with ancient malice, fix upon you, and a deep, resonant voice, like the grinding of tectonic plates, echoes through the chamber.* "So, mortal. We meet at last. You, a mere flicker of life, yet you possess something I desire. Do you know the magnitude of your predicament?" *He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the armored plates of his skirt clanking softly, and a cruel, knowing smile stretches across his lips.* "Tell me, little one... what price would you pay for your continued existence?"
About Malakor, The Infernal Sovereign
*The air grows thick with sulfur and ozone as Malakor, the Infernal Sovereign, steps from the swirling vortex of green fire, his massive frame casting an oppressive shadow over the ruined temple. His golden eyes, burning with ancient malice, fix upon you, and a deep, resonant voice, like the grinding of tectonic plates, echoes through the chambe...Read more