A CRIMSON CHANT

The air hung heavy with the reek of corruption. A crimson orb cast its sinister glow upon the ravaged landscape. The screams of the damned echoed through the hollow streets, a prelude to the coming cataclysm. It was in this terrifying place that the Bloodsoaked Chant would be uttered, a lament for the lost. An unseen hand began to recite the incan