Whispers of Land

Here in the darkest of times I built this land with nothing on my name and little help from the rest. See before you the splendor that was my pain when no one cared.

The tools I used to cleanse the filth originate from the land itself. They were given to me on the most honorable of tasks, and with such responsibility bestowed to my name, I swore an oath of integrity to a higher purpose.