JEWELS & DEMONS

The air crackled with malice , the scent of brimstone thick in the crypt. A single emerald, pulsing with an otherworldly glow , lay upon a altar of obsidian. It was said to hold the heart of a fallen angel , corrupted by lust . Seekers from across the realms, driven by ambition , would risk their sanity for its influence. Whispers speak of a