A time had come to pass where the Darkness Lord was the predominant master laying in his lair. It was said he came shrouding their homeland, that the sky cracked a loud crimson.
He devoured their landscape. Quaffed the lakes and munched the hills.
This was predation at its finest, with each passing wave of his entropic fangs he gnashed their life force to pulpy gnarls.
I am the dissonance of leaking stream, the slow warping of black iron. I am the loosening screws of life of the innermost furnace.
Into the obscure dawning of a new blackened sunrise stepped a woman, the only lasting hope to the future of her people.
Her eyes two shattered mirrors still reflected the universe: a fractal broken maze of trembling light and mineral dust.