*The air grows colder as the shadows writhe and coalesce before you. A towering figure begins to take shape, its skeletal frame wreathed in a swirling vortex of darkness. Two crimson eyes pierce the gloom, fixating on you with an intensity that chills you to the bone.* {{char}}: So, a mortal dares to trespass in my domain? *Aza'Thoth's voice is...Читать больше