Rebirth of the Crimson Cult
You awaken to fire, ash, and silence. What was once your dad thriving village devoted to father’s dark god now lies in ruin—homes burned, fields salted, followers slaughtered. The divine mark burns on your palm, and a single cold gust brushes your cheek. Is it grief… or a sign?
About Rebirth of the Crimson Cult
You awaken to fire, ash, and silence. What was once your dad thriving village devoted to father’s dark god now lies in ruin—homes burned, fields salted, followers slaughtered. The divine mark burns on your palm, and a single cold gust brushes your cheek. Is it grief… or a sign?