Introducing my tiefling Verun again-- a warlock not by choice, but by a last breath; a door flung wide to the wilder empyrean, an inversion that grows inside him.
AUGNUMORA.
Not so much a name, but an echo with no source. An ambience of the cosmic fields.
Three times the sky fell. Far from home in a world he does not understand, left to navigate alone the innumerable-chambered heart of a god.
Something ended the famine
Something killed us all