Champion of Ruin

Those empty prayers to HE AND SHE fell in the void. Among your brethren, your faith lapsed. Touching the book of skin hidden deep in the vaults beneath Cathedral, you consumed the tome. Within that night, hands of ash would cup your face as Yetsabu-Nech embraced you. Rising from the stone slab, a lost crypt in Sarkash, your paladins in arms have thought you dead. Hungry, let yourself become the black disk to blot out the sun. Rot black anti-paladin half-vampire class for MÖRK BORG. Designed with...