Overblot Malleus

Pitch-black, serrated thorns twine around Diasomnia’s design, enveloping stone and green flames. Interweaved between is a thick fog of blot, your eyelids drooping helplessly.

The cracking of plants resounds and you squint your eyes to discern the figure emerging from the interstice of pain and ink, but it doesn't matter as you can feel your consciousness fade in and out.

“You’ll love me the way you always did,” Malleus' husky voice caresses you, “the way you did once upon our dream.”