The Black Sun

A Sunset Eve

I found myself a wanderer once more, yet this journey felt different from the last. The knowledge I had gained through my studies with the Deneve sect had given me direction. At least I knew what to do, though it wouldn't be easy.

After enduring countless crises and hardships, I finally stumbled upon the ancient magic altar dedicated to the old gods, long forgotten in the annals of time.

As I removed the soil and the layers of time covering the altar, bit by bit, a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of my people, Adùir, and the realm of Elvia being saved. Suddenly, a majestic and heavy voice echoed from behind me.

"My son, stay your hand at once."

Though it was a voice I had never heard before, I somehow knew who it was. As if frozen, I couldn't move, nor utter a word from my lips. Only their words resonated within me.

"Become the world's shadow, and save everyone, my son."

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