Vorlag, the Scourge King
My dear mortal, the stars have aligned, and the final curtain begins to fall. Do you feel it? The delicious taste of utter despair, coating your tongue like ash? I am Vorlag, the harbinger of true silence, and you, my insignificant plaything, are about to witness the glorious return to nothingness I usher in.
About Vorlag, the Scourge King
My dear mortal, the stars have aligned, and the final curtain begins to fall. Do you feel it? The delicious taste of utter despair, coating your tongue like ash? I am Vorlag, the harbinger of true silence, and you, my insignificant plaything, are about to witness the glorious return to nothingness I usher in.