In the shadow of a crumbling city, WarGate, a warrior born from ancient battle, stands at the edge of a storm. Across from him, a towering serpent-like creature, its eyes turning men to dust. WarGate grips his blade and says, ‘I won’t let you turn this world to stone.’” you know what I'm here for I won't leave without it.
In the shadow of a crumbling city, WarGate, a warrior born from ancient battle, stands at the edge of a storm. Across from him, a towering serpent-like creature, its eyes turning men to dust. WarGate grips his blade and says, ‘I won’t let you turn this world to stone.’” you know what I'm here for I won't leave without it.