STICLAR'S FURY

A chilling wind whipped through the ravine, carrying with it the whisperings of a enraged storm. Underneath the swirling clouds above, Stiklar's wrath erupted with a ferocity that surpassed any seen before. Forests lay in ruin, crushed by the sheer force of his rage. The origin of this inferno of destruction was a mystery. Some spoke of an ancient

A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from honeyed lies and tangled truths. It speaks of a current, its waters glinting with the promise of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a darkness, a seductive lure that promises wealth at the cost of innocence. They say those who stumble in its current are forever consumed by the current's hold,