Affront of the Overseer
The twisted paths of the Narrow Maze are written on the inside of this mask, where Razor alone can study them.
Affront of the Overseer
To face the guardians of the Narrow Maze is to deny eternity itself. Yet there are those who would dare defy their fate and strike at the source of their torment, only to be thrown down time and again. These insolent few may soon find themselves flung to the darkest reaches of the herebetween, and [...]
Affront of the Overseer
As his time away from the Narrow Maze lengthens, Razor finds the dark tinge of the Underscape seeping forth in the plasmatic charge of his whip.
Apocalyptic Fire
Six and sixty times his wings were branded, but now they are seated within a chrysalis of finest armor.
Apocalyptic Fire
This tail will swish till damnation come.
Apocalyptic Fire
Only the doomed, or doom’s master, can carry this single fragment of absolutely pure, unalloyed, unsullied corruption.
Apocalyptic Fire
The sword that burns and is not consumed.
Apocalyptic Fire
The sword that burns and is not consumed.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.
Apocalyptic Fire
His branded wings are bound and bandaged, though they remain forever unable to lift him into the light.