One phrase in particular was repeated innumerous times throughout the foul text I was reading: the maiming of the soul. In this ungodly hole I had begun to slowly demystify murky horrors that I now believe better lie hidden in the dank earth down where no sane mortal treads. The text elucidated the intricacies of an unholy ritual, used by the daemon Lords themselves in the darkest depths of Ioxos, where such wretchedness is so commonplace that those who enact these ancient rites render themselves blind so that they do not have to bare witness to the untenable horrors being performed. My hands quivered as the skin-bound book I clung to divulged its accursed knowledge to me, and I learnt how the great daemon Lords create their fiendish armies.
The Rite of Passage
The Rite of Passage
The Rite of Passage
One phrase in particular was repeated innumerous times throughout the foul text I was reading: the maiming of the soul. In this ungodly hole I had begun to slowly demystify murky horrors that I now believe better lie hidden in the dank earth down where no sane mortal treads. The text elucidated the intricacies of an unholy ritual, used by the daemon Lords themselves in the darkest depths of Ioxos, where such wretchedness is so commonplace that those who enact these ancient rites render themselves blind so that they do not have to bare witness to the untenable horrors being performed. My hands quivered as the skin-bound book I clung to divulged its accursed knowledge to me, and I learnt how the great daemon Lords create their fiendish armies.