Рет қаралды 222
Born of queen and champion's fiery might,
A son arose, in inquisitor's armor bright.
Leader of a cult, to serpents they'd pray,
Owner of runes, in shadows they lay.
In the Shattering's wake, Rykard sought power,
Fed himself to the serpent at the twilight hour.
Great Rune in hand, to the beast he did bind,
Vision of futures, where serpents entwined.
Once noble ambitions, to depravity fell,
Feasting on champions, in the serpent's dark cell.
His forces, once loyal, now turned away,
In search of the weapon, their lord to slay.
The Serpent-Hunter, with light blade so pure,
Crafted in ages past, its legend endure.
To kill the immortal, its destiny's call,
Awaiting a champion, to end Rykard's thrall.
In battle with serpents, the light blade gleams,
A symbol of hope, or so it seems.
But for Rykard, the end is nigh,
In tragic defeat, his dreams will die.
Released May 3, 2024.
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