05-24-2018, 01:14 AM
the Rift
The Rift has no mercy.
While you writhe and bellow your protest, cursing the enchanted creatures which bury painful bites beneath your skin, the only cure accepted has occupied itself with the carcass of an old, expired Cervavo.
Good luck convincing them that your flesh is sweeter!
While you writhe and bellow your protest, cursing the enchanted creatures which bury painful bites beneath your skin, the only cure accepted has occupied itself with the carcass of an old, expired Cervavo.
Good luck convincing them that your flesh is sweeter!