MYO-727: Lillith

      A day as somber as could be, ripped straight from a gloomy tale of woe and tragedy. Rain pattered on the roof of the worship hall of the Church of Sulfur in waves, as erratic as can be. Dingy light filtered through the otherwise gorgeous stained glass depictions of Murmur in the windows, casting a dreary aura onto the pews. Only days after the All Sinners Day celebrations had ceased, Oleander’s life had followed suit. Nearly all...