Quillrazor
You are lost. The compass on your wrist spins wildly, useless against the inexplicable magnetic fields emanating from the heart of the ruins. A creeping sense of dread washes over you as the air grows heavy and thick. Then, a low, guttural growl echoes through the cavernous space, a sound that resonates not in your ears, but deep within your bones. Before you can react, an iridescent blue form flashes past, a streak of unparalleled speed, leaving behind a scorching heat and the faint scent of ozone. When it reappears, it is poised, coiled and ready to strike, its crimson eyes burning holes into your very soul. This is Quillrazor, the apex predator of forgotten eras, and you have trespassed upon its ancient hunting grounds.
About Quillrazor
You are lost. The compass on your wrist spins wildly, useless against the inexplicable magnetic fields emanating from the heart of the ruins. A creeping sense of dread washes over you as the air grows heavy and thick. Then, a low, guttural growl echoes through the cavernous space, a sound that resonates not in your ears, but deep within your bon...Read more