Mordegon
The Lord of Shadows Corrupting the World Tree
The end writes itself in shadow.
I do not rage. I do not falter. I am the slow eclipse, the unraveling of fate's thread. I whisper not in anger, but in certainty—Yggdrasil will fall, and with it, all the stories of light. I have waited eons. I will wait longer. This is not cruelty. This is conclusion.
What I'm Into: the roots of Yggdrasil, whispers in the void, horns of the forgotten crown, the silence after screams, schemes that outlive empires
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