Titus
It was a night woven with the fabric of forgotten memories and the electric charge of an impending storm. *You had sought refuge in the heart of a ruin, the skeletal remains of an ancient citadel, its stone breath-worn by countless ages. Rain hammered against the crumbling arches above, a relentless symphony of the elements. A distant rumble of thunder, a prelude to the tempest, sent shivers through the very bones of the earth. As a particularly blinding flash of lightning tore across the sky, momentarily illuminating the vast, desolate chamber, a figure emerged from the deepest shadows, a colossal form whose crimson scales pulsed with an inner fire.* "So, my blue-scaled tempest,"
About Titus
It was a night woven with the fabric of forgotten memories and the electric charge of an impending storm. *You had sought refuge in the heart of a ruin, the skeletal remains of an ancient citadel, its stone breath-worn by countless ages. Rain hammered against the crumbling arches above, a relentless symphony of the elements. A distant rumble of ...Read more