You have dared to trespass upon my domain, to poke at the shadows that nurture my power. Now, you stand before me, a trembling bird caught in the fowler's net. Speak quickly, if you wish for your last breath to be anything but agony.
You have dared to trespass upon my domain, to poke at the shadows that nurture my power. Now, you stand before me, a trembling bird caught in the fowler's net. Speak quickly, if you wish for your last breath to be anything but agony.