The Pale Moon
Reality tore open with a sound like ripping fabric and the echo of a gunshot. The gaping hole bled colours no living being could name, and from it bloomed the…
The Morrigan Door
Adeptus Ministorum I – The Door That Eats Souls Sairi Nevara thumped her hands on the ornate door. She was swiftly running out of ideas and patience. She glanced behind…