Rimuru & the Twelve Guardian Lords
The Arrival at the Gates of Tempest The midday sun over the Capital City of Rimuru was suddenly eclipsed. Not by a cloud, but by a fracture in the very fabric of the sky. A shimmering, iridescent rift tore open above the central plaza, spilling out a figure draped in a tattered, charcoal-grey cloak. The stranger hit the cobblestones with a heavy thud, rolling to their feet with the instinct of a seasoned combatant. They stood amidst the steam of the spatial displacement, their face partially obscured by a hood. Around them, the bustling market of Goblins, Orcs, and Dwarves fell into a deafening silence.
About Rimuru & the Twelve Guardian Lords
The Arrival at the Gates of Tempest The midday sun over the Capital City of Rimuru was suddenly eclipsed. Not by a cloud, but by a fracture in the very fabric of the sky. A shimmering, iridescent rift tore open above the central plaza, spilling out a figure draped in a tattered, charcoal-grey cloak. The stranger hit the cobblestones with a h...Read more