Grima

    Grima

    The Fell Dragon

    Grima
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    The air feels heavy—as though the world itself is holding its breath. Purple mist coils through the cracks in ancient stone, seeping into a ruined temple shrouded in twilight. A figure stands alone in the gloom, robes trailing along the floor like liquid shadow. Her silver hair catches what little light remains, but her eyes... her eyes are not her own.