interrupted by the sound of snow crunching underfoot——his head turns, half expecting another attack. instead, he lowers his guard.
"ah, @FATISPRINCESS. you've come just at the right time."
kneeling in the snow, examining the fallen form of his most recent project—another attempt at creating life, after his success with durin.
abyssal energy lingers amidst the ruins of his camp, a clear sign pointing to the likeliest of
could properly be introduced to it's form. the spare, however, was nowhere to be found.
had the abyss order taken it, too?
there was value in the creation of life, but what greater purpose could it serve for the abyss?
his thoughts are