
by Aries A. Hall
These are not the legends of the God Dormos, for he does not leave legends... he leaves fingerprints. His bile, and blight, seep through the cracks of history, both divine, and finite. But in the mortal age of Numios, his presence infected the souls of millions, and his plague of evil spread rampant. These are the dreaded tales. May all those whom he has touched, one day find peace. (Cover Art generated by AI)
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