Night has fallen
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VI
And before the shadow…
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The bell carried the mournful echoes of a tocsin throughout the surroundings… Not long ago, there were many prisoners in the city; over time their number dwindled, disappearing literally before one's eyes, as if the wind wished to carry away their souls and scatter them across the wasteland, but everything changes… it changes quickly…. Too quickly; that which was meant to vanish yesterday has already left its halls today….
…The residents reluctantly emerged from their shelters: there had been a terrible storm during the night: final screams, vanishing shadows, fireballs consuming all and everyone, accompanied by chants… The gathered crowd was met by an oracle who delivered speeches: The end is coming! The shadow will cover us! It will devour! – he beckoned with a gesture, shouting to the hesitant: Come, or they will come for you! - the prophet led them to the epicenter of the final night...
...Silence reigned around… The scent of incense and frankincense was in the air. The door to
Xostor’s Haven creaked in the wind, swaying, involuntarily beckoning one inside: where the floor should have been, there was a void; sacred fire had scorched all the sins of the inhabitant, leaving only burnt remains, in whose hand a faceless doll was hidden. Nearby lay the snow-white body of
Neyra Drake, clutching a flaming blade in one hand and shards of a pocket mirror in the other – her hair was snow-white; she had experienced horror that washed over her like a wave, a deathly horror. Around were traces of the herald; silver coins were scattered across the floor. A noise erupted – some of the doomed ran outside, only catching a glimpse of the killer spreading its wings and vanishing into the heights….
Pandora arrived later than all: surveying the scene, she only uttered: It cannot be… -
Pandora – the oracle interrupted her – Fate does not grant a second chance for nothing… Look at what became – with a bony hand he pointed to
WishmasteR – whose body lay nearby; where his home once stood was now a wasteland, and an ancient evil wafted through the air, purity had touched his flesh, and in his hand he clutched a harp… The oracle paced the vault of the building, saying: Fire and ice. Light and darkness… Love and hatred … Lies…
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The sixth day begins!