Hoarse, dark laughter echoes from the curtain of shadow cast by the crimson moon.
"Blood is the currency of the soul," a voice whispers… The haunting whisper escorts the red moon as it descends to earth.
"Blood is the currency of the soul," a voice whispers… The haunting whisper escorts the red moon as it descends to earth.
The desert sand is soaked in blood shed by the resurrected Satan.
As the gap of darkness rises from hell, every semblance of safety and sanctuary seems to vanish.
As the gap of darkness rises from hell, every semblance of safety and sanctuary seems to vanish.
The omen of destruction blooms in the darkness of night in the cold desert.
The evil that can twist the delicate fabric of time and space looms across the land: the greatest peril that the Midgard Continent will ever face has arrived.
The evil that can twist the delicate fabric of time and space looms across the land: the greatest peril that the Midgard Continent will ever face has arrived.
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The Dimensional Gorge. . .
(More after the break ->)