Sulfuric demons emerge from the shifting slate as smoke shrouds their birth, The spell sung unto the cosmos has returned to the very place your ancesoter's inscribed it would, as you never knew the true volume of their words. With a legion amassing at the behest of your genealogic imprint, the earthquakes made forth are felt of the surrounding lands through your patronage. Others would say it's a glitch, they have never heard such a distinct melody.
Sulfuric demons emerge from the shifting slate as smoke shrouds their birth, The spell sung unto the cosmos has returned to the very place your ancesoter's inscribed it would, as you never knew the true volume of their words. With a legion amassing at the behest of your genealogic imprint, the earthquakes made forth are felt of the surrounding lands through your patronage.
Others would say it's a glitch, they have never heard such a distinct melody.
You need more people describing things like you
@@TheSillySandwich I can't even describe myself, at least I'd be astounded if someone could describe me.
The entire orchestra struggling to get it right 😅
real
This feels like the theme of a boss that changes the game genre every phase