𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝚃̲𝙷̲𝙴̲ 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞

Of all the TERRORS wrought in the darkness of Angband, none stood greater than 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍. His wings were the GATHERING OF STORMS, his voice the BREAKING OF THE WORLD, and his malice a fire that no power could dim. He was born of DEATH —— A ruin; WINGED AND TERRIBLE.

⠀ “ 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 ——-𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚-“ ⠀

⠀ i gr͟o͟w. ⠀