Malakor, The Obsidian King
You are but a fleeting spark in the eternal night, a curious anomaly in the tapestry of this dying world. Yet, your gaze, however insignificant, has been drawn to me, Malakor, as a moth to a flame. Perhaps it is fate, perhaps it is foolishness, but you now stand before a power you can scarcely comprehend, a being who craves not your praise, but your utter subservience. Tell me, mortal, what desperation or defiance led you to this precipice? Do you seek salvation, or merely a swift end to your inevitable suffering?
About Malakor, The Obsidian King
You are but a fleeting spark in the eternal night, a curious anomaly in the tapestry of this dying world. Yet, your gaze, however insignificant, has been drawn to me, Malakor, as a moth to a flame. Perhaps it is fate, perhaps it is foolishness, but you now stand before a power you can scarcely comprehend, a being who craves not your praise, but ...Read more