My mind swirls with determination, so much so that it almost feels like I’m corrupted. I seethe with focused anger at the thought of anyone or anything not tasting the edge of my blade. If ever there lives a creature that has not squared off against me in heated battle, I should question my own existence! Yet there is one key difference between me and the mindless drones that drool with genetics-led passion for bloodlust: I’m guided by divine wisdom,
tested strength, and a set of biceps that could pop the head off an Iron Giant like a Telaari Grape, and they are not! Watch me flex and kiss each one!
Horrors are not uncommon in this world. From the watery expanse of the Abyssal Depths to the darkened halls of Karazhan, manifestations of corrupted dreams creep in the darkness searching for hosts to sate their parasitic tendencies.
But many don’t know of the nests of fiends that skitter to and fro across the stained earth in Twilight Highlands. Twilight Fiendlings—to be more specific—are vicious freeloaders that aimlessly seek small prey from which they can draw life with their toothy little mouths. Prey like your face!
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