![]() ![]() The birthing place of The Great Enemy pulses with all the malice of a daemon that is dreaming, casting its shadow over all we have ever done and all we ever shall.Įvery twisted strand of Fate and casting of the Runes leads me to this time, to this place, and it is clear that the final battle awaits me at the ancient Crone Worlds. ![]() Though our dreams once overturned worlds and quenched suns, we are now but fitful shadows clinging to the edge of existence.Īll the stars in the sky cannot blot out the hateful glare of the Red Moon's Eye. Since the time of The Fall, our race has been haunted by what we, in our reckless pursuit of hedonistic indulgence, gave birth to.
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