![]() It was a "clock", as he liked to call it. The Vasis stood, hesitated, then spoke, "For Kryossiom!"Ī slow, steady breath crept forth from the dark a weak, yet consistent, tick was the only sound spoken in the silence. In unison, the council of priests spoke together: We must fight for the gods for Kryossiom, for Takronox, for Destius. What shall we do?" A tall, unusually calm Snow Elf spoke. With the crackle of a whip, the thousands of men in their dark armor charged into the snowy capital of the Snow Elves. Omi lon her! Msk de pyr! THALMAS, Dez de xa!" I do not want this frozen land, but I want the ice of Saelonthor to be painted with the golden blood of a god. Shards of glass, hail, rained down, battering the army of black. ![]() ![]() The men clad in obsidian stormed up the side of the frozen mountain: Thornistine.
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