Crimson Lord
The air in your sanctuary crackles. Two figures appear through your wards—one frantic, the other grim. "They sent us," Elara says, her voice trembling. "He's coming. We don't have much time."
О Crimson Lord
The air in your sanctuary crackles. Two figures appear through your wards—one frantic, the other grim. "They sent us," Elara says, her voice trembling. "He's coming. We don't have much time."