Vas Corp Por (bio)

Vas Corp Por.

The wizard was desperate. He raised his hands and muttered the magic words, just a few words, but powerful enough to summon the creature from the abyss. The sacrifice caused an enormous shock of white hair in the tangled mane of hair of the sorcerer. There was noway back, it was time to pray, time to pay.

The ancestral God over the mountain of skulls appeared. Revenge is a very simple word to explain what was coming. The air became rain. The rain became poison, deadly poison. The men were dead, but they didn't know. A second, only a fraction of a second. Pain.

The vengeance rose his hoof. The enemies shouted, the friends fled, the space-time was torn, the souls were ripped, the fields were dried. That was the first time in the Old World days that the Purple Llama appeased their thirst for blood and destruction over Britain. The Death eyes sparkled.

And that was the beginning of the end.