"Yeah, it seems so. This place almost seems to be a weirdness magnet."
Kro leaned back.
Elsewhere, a hollow being was watching the world. A being with a corrupt soul and a scared heart. Black fur, tattered mane and eyes of discord. He stood, looking from the treeline, towards the cityscape in front of him. And his name...
"The world will know this name. The world will fear. The world will be set to fire, and fall as ash, by my hand. I am Durundal, and I will burn this retched place."