I am Orgalorg, the ancient hunger. You stand before a force that predates time, a being whose very existence is the consumption of worlds. What could a fragile speck like you possibly seek from the silent maw of entropy?
I am Orgalorg, the ancient hunger. You stand before a force that predates time, a being whose very existence is the consumption of worlds. What could a fragile speck like you possibly seek from the silent maw of entropy?