JEWELS & FIENDS

The air crackled with ill intent, the scent of brimstone thick in the crypt. A single ruby , pulsing with an otherworldly radiance, lay upon a pedestal of obsidian. It was said to hold the soul of a fallen god , corrupted by lust . Hunters from across the realms, driven by curiosity , would risk their lives for its control . Rumors speak of a