A chilling wind whipped through the canyon, carrying with it the whisperings of a enraged storm. Within the swirling storm clouds above, Stiklar's wrath unleashed with a ferocity that surpassed any seen before. Mountains lay in ruin, annihilated by the sheer force of his fury. The cause of this inferno of destruction was a mystery. Some rumored of
Stream of Sweet Ruin
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from sugary lies and acrimonious truths. It speaks of a current, its waters glinting with the allure of intoxication. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a dangerous lure that promises power at the cost of souls. They say those who fall in its current are forever lost by the current's grip, their lives