Affront of the Overseer
As his time away from the Narrow Maze lengthens, Razor finds the dark tinge of the Underscape seeping forth in the plasmatic charge of his whip.
Apocalyptic Fire
Six and sixty times his wings were branded, but now they are seated within a chrysalis of finest armor.
Apocalyptic Fire
This tail will swish till damnation come.
Apocalyptic Fire
Only the doomed, or doom’s master, can carry this single fragment of absolutely pure, unalloyed, unsullied corruption.
Apocalyptic Fire
The sword that burns and is not consumed.
Apocalyptic Fire
The sword that burns and is not consumed.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.