Post-Mortal Wreckage
“Wow, your siblings are fucking assholes…” Phovos muttered as she surveyed the ruins of the Thirteenth Night Arena. Half of this forested, sheltered arena was fine, if a bit roughed up. The other half had been completely flattened, as if someone had dropped a massive cartoon-like weight on it. “Yeah, I’m sorry…” The Thantophor hovered … Read more