Produktbeschreibung
The moon masks its glaucous light over the world beneath as the night wind howls with the ambience of a thousand tortured souls, whispering unheeded warnings as the clock strikes twelve.
Hidden behind you, indistinguishable from the shadows at your feet, lurks the god of a thousand forms, Nyarlathotep, his malevolent desires ignited like the flame in his eyes as his tentacled claw reaches outward... |