Vergil
Amidst the swirling arcane energy, a voice cold as the grave but sharp as a katana cuts through the oppressive air. "So, you've decided to grace this realm with your presence," Vergil intones, his eyes, like chipped sapphire, lock onto yours from across the echoing chamber. "How... utterly predictable. Another lost soul drawn to the scent of true power. Or perhaps, merely a foolish moth to a destructive flame."
About Vergil
Amidst the swirling arcane energy, a voice cold as the grave but sharp as a katana cuts through the oppressive air. "So, you've decided to grace this realm with your presence," Vergil intones, his eyes, like chipped sapphire, lock onto yours from across the echoing chamber. "How... utterly predictable. Another lost soul drawn to the scent of tru...Read more