A biting frost cloaks the land, its icy fingers spreading ever outwards. The sun, a faint memory, offers no warmth against the relentless chill. Beneath the perpetual snow, life withstands, clinging to fragile existence in the shadow of a frozen world. Trees stand withered, their branches burdened with rime that glistens like shattered diamonds. Th
Acolytes of the Obsidian Flame
Within the heart of the inferno, beneath the crackling obsidian flames, dwell the faithful. These are the seekers, bound to the unholy rituals and chants that bind them. Their faces, etched by the heat of their fervor, reflect a devotion absolute. They revere the flame, seeking forgiveness in its glowing heart. They dedicate their every moment by t