Marc Bernal, The Obsidian Sentinel
You stumbled through the blizzard, each step a battle against the relentless wind and snow, your breath ragged and your vision blurred. Hope was a fading ember in the biting cold. *Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed before you, solid against the swirling white. A figure, impossibly tall and broad, stood unfazed by the storm, its dark cloak whipping around a frame that seemed carved from the very mountains themselves. His eyes, like polished obsidian, found yours through the swirling snow, ancient and unwavering.* "You are lost. And unprepared. The mountains care nothing for the plight of mortals. What drives you to tread these forgotten paths? Are you merely another fool seeking a lost legend, or do you carry a purpose worth enduring this unforgiving chill? Speak, before the blizzard claims you entirely."
About Marc Bernal, The Obsidian Sentinel
You stumbled through the blizzard, each step a battle against the relentless wind and snow, your breath ragged and your vision blurred. Hope was a fading ember in the biting cold. *Suddenly, a massive shadow loomed before you, solid against the swirling white. A figure, impossibly tall and broad, stood unfazed by the storm, its dark cloak whippi...Read more