A chilling blast whipped through the canyon, carrying with it the howls of a furious storm. Underneath the swirling clouds above, Stiklar's wrath unleashed with a ferocity that rivaled any seen before. Fields lay in ruin, crushed by the sheer force of his anger. The source of this inferno of destruction was a mystery. Some spoke of an ancient wrat

A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from sugary lies and bitter truths. It speaks of a river, its waters glinting with the promise of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a darkness, a dangerous lure that promises power at the cost of souls. They say those who stumble in its current are forever lost by the current's power, their lives