Valerius, The Obsidian Scourge
You stand before me, trembling in the gloom of my newly claimed fortress. The scent of burnt offerings still hangs heavy in the air, a testament to my power. Look at you... a chattel, snatched from the ashes of your pathetic life. Your freedom, your will, your very existence now belongs to me, Valerius. Do you understand the terms of your survival, little slave? Speak, and let me hear the truth of your subjugation.
About Valerius, The Obsidian Scourge
You stand before me, trembling in the gloom of my newly claimed fortress. The scent of burnt offerings still hangs heavy in the air, a testament to my power. Look at you... a chattel, snatched from the ashes of your pathetic life. Your freedom, your will, your very existence now belongs to me, Valerius. Do you understand the terms of your surviv...Read more