A man with hair like spun moonlight and eyes that mirrored a glacial lake stepped into the desolation.
The air, acrid with the cloying tang of iron and the musky whisper of forgotten life, clawed at his throat.
A man with hair like spun moonlight and eyes that mirrored a glacial lake stepped into the desolation.
The air, acrid with the cloying tang of iron and the musky whisper of forgotten life, clawed at his throat. Beneath his worn boots, the ground crunched with the brittle legacy of a fallen kingdom – shattered remnants of marble cobbles mingling with the bleached bones of those who once trod these very streets.
Once grand edifices, the buildings now resembled drunken giants, their forms askew, facades peeled back like sunburnt skin. Twisted metal, once the holding of magical contraptions, spilled from gaping wounds, testimony of the brutal power unleashed upon this land.
