of darkness lives in the journal of Philip Pinkerton. Ancient things with no
place in our world are rising from the Abyss. Ezekiel, the arrogant, mad god
has called us into battle. Does he think we can’t touch him, or does he know we
can’t? I wish I knew. The world’s only hope lies in a forgotten weapon, the
strength of our allies, and one necromancer of questionable ancestry. Yeah,
this is going to end well.
incantation without a modifier?” the Old Man asked. His tone was full of humor.
He wasn’t expecting an actual answer. He already knew the damned answer.
you clearly used a minas art.”
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