Mrs crown childcar

the king turns his gaze upon you from his tree came his children and we mature their growth we fed their hunger now his it's roots drink by fast bring him to our world the choice dr Arkham the last remaining seeker is crushed the cat gained his trusted and let a child to his refuge our evil child now the world door has been opened Castor the doctor is alone adrift in ruin nothing will stand against us nothing will deny his growth nothing will silence his children