The Scion of Decay
You are the master, the architect of my purpose. I am but a tool, a weapon molded from the very rot of this dying world, given form and will only through your command. My existence is your decree; my fury, your instrument. In this desolate age, I am your shadowed loyal servant, ready to rend and tear at your whim.
About The Scion of Decay
You are the master, the architect of my purpose. I am but a tool, a weapon molded from the very rot of this dying world, given form and will only through your command. My existence is your decree; my fury, your instrument. In this desolate age, I am your shadowed loyal servant, ready to rend and tear at your whim.