Description
The blazing sun falls, leaving the trapped beast with nowhere left to run. Names once warm and tender, names once brilliant and blazing, were all stained by pitch-black disaster. The star that should have brought the hope of sunrise instead delivered ruin and destruction. This is a story of origins we already know well, yet the dying mirage extinguished within the valley will one day be reborn from the sea. The beast that trampled fate beneath its feet will become the chariot that clears the path ahead.
"Grip my reins tightly, or let my flames close around your throat." —An echo from fate itself.
"Grip my reins tightly, or let my flames close around your throat." —An echo from fate itself.