The Age of the Iron Fist

As the rose flowers, its roots will rot. A shadow shall fall over the west, infecting everything as it spreads. From devil’s open hand, the Iron Fist clenches, slowly crushing all those in its path. The stars burn red with smoldering eyes, watching as flies desecrate the corpse. As the plant grows, so too does the parasite, swollen with disease. Only fire will have the strength to travel along the countryside, and smoke shall ever blot out the sky. Mythryn balances on a sword’s edge, a dark checkmate in sight. War and Conquest shall be the bane of us all, but only monstrosity can save us. Time bleeds as the Age of the Iron Fist begins… we can only hope it will bleed dry. ~ Timekeeper Alacrity

The Age of the Iron Fist

The Mythryn Gambit KojinLi