OKKULT III

In the darkest corners, beneath the shrouding mists of the dungeon’s embrace, slumbers a dark force, stirred only by the ritual of OKKULT. And the most dangerous places are also the safest.

OKKULT moves with the serpentine twist of a snake, its gaze fervently fixed on the swan that has flown in. Tell me, who doesn’t love such purity? Amidst such tension and temptation, that purity inevitably becomes tinged with indulgence.