A fiery curse, Dragon's Breath is a legendary power that scorches from the very being of dragons. A wall of searing heat, it can annihilate anything in its path. Legends speak of armies crushed by a single, devastating gush, leaving behind nothing but smoldering ruins.

Some say the intensity of Dragon's Breath varies depending on the dragon's temperament. Others claim it is fueled by their emotions, making it a truly terrifying force. To encounter Dragon's Breath is to face the raw power of nature, a manifestation of pure elemental might.

A White Death's Embrace

The icy fingers of the unending frost creep in, swallowing all warmth in their frigid grip. Snow falls relentlessly, a blanket of white that muffles hope. The world becomes a desolate tomb, where even the strongest souls tremble before the unforgiving cold. Through this icy shroud, legends of survival are spun, tales of here resilient hearts that refuse to be buried by the The White Death.

There is a beauty, however, in this stark landscape. A quietude that speaks to the soul.

A strength found in resilience and survival.

An acceptance of fate that chills the blood yet warms the heart.

Pursuing Shadows

The faint light cast elongated shadows that danced across the ancient walls. He felt a thrill run down its spine as it watched the shadows morph. Were they simply be breathing? The question pounded her, a silent echo in the heavy air.

A name that chills

They called it that which damned men. A fine white powder, light as a feather, yet heavy with the stench of sin. They say a single sniff could steal your soul, and a pinch? Your last breath. It wasn't used for healing, no sir. This was a powder for darkness.

Some whispered it could control the weather , but those who spoke of such things often vanished without a trace.

It is said that lost souls in need crafted this cursed powder, grinding it from the bones of fallen angels and the whispers of damned spirits. The recipe was forever lost, known only to a handful of corrupted souls.

Even now, rumors persist that some still seek out this infernal powder, lured by its demonic allure. But be warned, dear reader: the Devil's Powder is not for the faint of heart. One taste and you may become a puppet of evil.

A Skinwalker's Kiss

The wind whispers through the canyons, carrying with it the scent with sage and grief. The stars above are cold and distant, offering some comfort to those who wander in the darkness. For tonight is the night when the Skinwalker's Kiss reaches, a curse which can bring ruin upon {ana soul. Legends speak of its origins, woven from ancient tales and blood of those who have fallen too close to the truth of what is real.

• Listen the moonlight, for it reveals the path of the Skinwalker.
• Follow the warnings of elders, their copyright are your only defense against the darkness.
• His kiss is a fate worse than death, for it steals not just your life but their very soul.

Moon Tide

The influence of the crescent moon on the sea's level is a phenomenon known as lunar tide. This {gravitationalforce between the moon and the Earth induces bulges of water on near sides of our planet. As the Earth turns, these bulges shift, resulting in the regular rise and fall of ocean tides that we witness.

• Also, lunar tides are not entirely dependent on the moon's phase. The sun also plays to tidal patterns, with its gravity accentuating tides during full and new moons.
• Nonetheless, the height of tides can change depending on factors such as the shape of coastlines, ocean depth, and weather systems.