Jan 31
4 min read
Song of the Demon Queen
It was the day her Breath left her, heralding a new age.
The crypt was exactly what you would expect from an underground burial area: the dank scent of dampness permeated the stone walls, and the only hint of light came from a row of lit green-flame torches. Alowyn walked through easily, her fingers running along the dust shrouds on each tomb, every one imprinted with inscriptions of…
