JEWELS & FIENDS

The air crackled with ill intent, the scent of brimstone thick in the chamber . A single emerald, pulsing with an otherworldly light , lay upon a altar of obsidian. It was said to hold the heart of a fallen god , corrupted by lust . Seekers from across the realms, driven by curiosity , would risk their sanity for its control . Whispers speak o