“My brother has created a paradise for himself and all Guardians after all, then? And that small girl must be Barnama’s daughter,” Atricio thought to himself. He had been watching Lucio from his cauldron using that enchanted flea as a beacon for a few days now. Continue reading “A New World: Darkness Descends”
Atricio cursed under his breath as he searched his stone cottage. He had been thankful that there were no rats living with him, but now he wished otherwise. Continue reading “A New World: The Endless Ocean and a Grave Encounter”
“We’ve made it!” Lucio shouted. The group stood at the base of the single mountain on Treomynd. Its width was small, but its height made up for it. Most of the mountain’s upper half was covered in shade from the cloud gathered around its peak. Continue reading “A New World: Island of the Moon”
Island of Treomynd 