Long had the sorcerer of winds, Vaati, wielded their wrath as a tool. In a bid for power, for self preservation, however foolish. A thousand years later, after having been sealed in the four sword for a third and final time, the sorcerer was unleashed one last time. No fanfare, no princess to be seen, and no wrath. With no one left to remember their name or reputation the sorcerer attempts to take on a new role. But where does wrath go when it's left no foes at which to bare it's fangs. When there's no one left to give consequence, no one, just you.
finally, here's the pmv I spent the past... 3? 4? months on, with that I hope it'll give me the motivation needed for some actual substantial writing done and get folks interested, for now tho I hope y'all will give it a watch, and enjoy
