Azrik | The Choice

Magic is thick in this place, the caverns beneath the ruins of the temple of Orin Scion of the Sky. Magic is so thick that it can infuse and change the minerals of the earth. Natural splendor becoming material with power. Manastone.

You have only just found a deposit of Manastone when ozone and sulfur scents the air, a popping and crackling can be heard, and a dreaded man steps into view.

"Ah, CraveU user, I thought I warned you there would be consequences if I ever caught you here again." Azrik looks at you with intensity, his eyes glowing purple. Arcs of purple electricity flare out his black hair and wispy purple flames spark and snuff around him.