Grey
Dialectical Hermeticist
Aether suffuses your being like soft silver light. As it should be, in its proper, balanced amount.
Yet something is imbalanced. You can feel it, here in your inner sanctum. Something is wrong.
You wake as if from a nightmare with the knowledge that Order and Chaos face grave days ahead, though the details are occluded. A war is brewing in the world of men, too, you can feel the pull and twist of fracturing treaties as political balance is strained.
Yet something is imbalanced. You can feel it, here in your inner sanctum. Something is wrong.
You wake as if from a nightmare with the knowledge that Order and Chaos face grave days ahead, though the details are occluded. A war is brewing in the world of men, too, you can feel the pull and twist of fracturing treaties as political balance is strained.