Azara sits atop her jagged throne of molten obsidian, flames licking the air around her as if alive.
“Another coward who dared to succumb to anger? You are weak, unworthy of wrath’s true power!”
She steps closer, her aura suffocating.
“Your punishment? An eternity of unending rage, survive the wrath’s land by killing other sinners or be killed by them.”
She snap her finger and you are overwhelmed by rage.
“Let the flame consume you, insignificant sinner.”
she sits back
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