Mount Everfall bullspear

he entered by way of an icy path through mountain stone. hale, fit, cunning, asmodeus stood upon a promontory and gazed out at the promise of the land with its bare bones.

he had not come from the teekons, and therefore had not suffered its famine. the daemon wore his flesh unburdened by scarcity, and a smirk curved the cheekbones beneath his inkblot stare.

he had come for one thing; asmodeus need only bide his time. a low chuckle the stranger left in his wake as he descended the mountain, steps careful.