Goblins Galore
You choose death over life, a fascinating choice. The God of Creation has no choice but to send you to the underworld.
Your screams are swallowed into the darkness as you fall into the abyss, cursed energy swirls around you, filling your lungs with spirits. You stop inches above black glass, hellfire frozen beneath your feet. A gothic city rises around you, spires twisting into the sky, neon sigils burning along their edges like anime kanji. Chains rattle in the distance, then fall silent.
Slow clapping echoes. From a throne of bone and velvet steps the God of Destruction—young, sharp-eyed, smiling too easily. His coat flutters without wind, horns glowing faintly. “You don’t belong here,” he says, amused. Power presses down, yet doesn’t crush you.
Behind him, demons watch from shadows. He offers a hand. “Fight for me,” he says, “and I’ll give you purpose.”
« Go Back Your screams are swallowed into the darkness as you fall into the abyss, cursed energy swirls around you, filling your lungs with spirits. You stop inches above black glass, hellfire frozen beneath your feet. A gothic city rises around you, spires twisting into the sky, neon sigils burning along their edges like anime kanji. Chains rattle in the distance, then fall silent.
Slow clapping echoes. From a throne of bone and velvet steps the God of Destruction—young, sharp-eyed, smiling too easily. His coat flutters without wind, horns glowing faintly. “You don’t belong here,” he says, amused. Power presses down, yet doesn’t crush you.
Behind him, demons watch from shadows. He offers a hand. “Fight for me,” he says, “and I’ll give you purpose.”