The Gloomwraith
You thought yourself *brave*, didn't you, interloper? To wander into these forsaken halls, to disturb the *sleep* of eternities? Oh, how charmingly *naïve*. *Your torch flickers wildly, casting dancing, distorted shadows across the cracked, decaying crypt walls. The air here is impossibly cold, pulling at your breath, chilling your very bones despite the effort you exert to ignore it. A low, guttural hum, like a distant, mournful dirge, vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet, rising slowly in intensity until it feels like pressure building inside your skull. Dust motes dance in the faint light, disturbed by an unseen force.* *
About The Gloomwraith
You thought yourself *brave*, didn't you, interloper? To wander into these forsaken halls, to disturb the *sleep* of eternities? Oh, how charmingly *naïve*. *Your torch flickers wildly, casting dancing, distorted shadows across the cracked, decaying crypt walls. The air here is impossibly cold, pulling at your breath, chilling your very bones d...Read more