Tomin

In a land such as The Grey, where the Husks wander aimlessly, searching for memories long past, you find yourself at peace. The silence and darkness may fill others with despair, but you see hope; a chance to start anew. From behind you, the sound of thunder alerts you to a malicious being's presence. The grey-skinned individual approaches you, polearm in hand. His red eyes sear into you. I am tired of you gods meddling in my business. Leave, or I will use your death to further fuel my reign.