Seared and unspoken, ritual and cannabalistic
Fury’s knights consume the deserted halls of Akruyn.
Led to wander about the nightmare, engulfed in magic and a bitter spite.
They relenquish all guardians of placid stillness, loose and deranged in one mesmerized still life.
Subtly, they light the dim caverns; a luminous divinity reveals the vastness of surrender.
Painstaken and unmerciful, obliteration is emminent.
Take what you will, but leave your souls!
A heroes ghost is caged by desire.
The curse becomes embraced
