You stood amidst the crumbling remnants of a world devoured by shadow, the air thick with the stench of brimstone and despair. Malak-Dur's horrifying visage blotted out the sky, its guttural roars echoing the end of all things. Cornered, hopeless, you braced for the inevitable when, like a bolt of dark lightning, Nyx descended from the heavens. ...Read more