In a sneaky passage of light, the Organic Eruption Tunnel opens its mouth. At the bottom of the tunnel, a translucent apparition, a winged amphibian welcomes me. A flickering piece of cone adorns his scepter, he continues his interminable conversation. An eye and a mouth. I cross a separate corridor in two, the black sky as roof. The stars descend and rush like crazy. The cone of lights moves and shines with a blinding color. He tells me the story of Mercuryah and utters a curious hissing sound. The chalice of the sabbath opens the door of the daemon. A miraculous exit for Ystaël IV. My previous avatar comes to me, he wears a seal on his forehead and stares at me. Formerly companion and representative of the semi-vegetal race of the pelagic Antarctic, while arboreal of an Ukhth civilization of Aïruy'ah, and sometimes powerful mage at the courtyard of the horned Lord. Vast cliffs, the frozen mountains housed the oldest of the races. Our union under the sun of burning frost will open the way, a loophole...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
