C1266 The Demon Tide
In the emerald glow of a frigid cave, Yan Ziyang of the Wraithcult gazed with a furrowed brow at a kaleidoscope of fish cascading down from an opening above. The icy river, enriched by the Frost Vein, carried a drop of the Songbird Queen's vibrant green blood, casting a radiant light that brightened the shadowy cavern and lent the fish an enchanting beauty.
Yan Ziyang
