The night abandoned by Nocturnus, Rhea, and Seraphic stretches like an endless void in a realm cast into eternal darkness. Shadows creep behind the silent sky while whispers of despair drift through the cold night wind—yet they cannot pierce the suffocating grief that shackles a wounded heart.
Betrayal and deception have stripped me of everything, leaving me trapped in an abyss of agony. A seething vengeance consumes every corner of my soul, setting ablaze what little remains with the smoldering embers of buried hatred. Yet beneath all the fury, there is only an unending silence, swallowing every desire into a sea of darkness, where I am left to lament in solitude.
Within the desolation of a night tainted with sin, a pact is forged—bound by an unspoken hatred. I cradle the lifeless form of a girl in my arms, wrapping her in the despair that gnaws at me. And in that moment, as the darkness thickens, I rise, possessed by the shadows that now claim my body and soul.
Vengeance now guides my every step, hatred seeping into the marrow of my existence. In the distance, the inferno of despair beckons, awaiting me with its endless embrace of suffering.
"Damn you all! Mark my words—I will return and reclaim everything that was stolen from me!" My scream tears through the obsidian night.
All that remains is the agony of a spear piercing my chest. And after that—nothing but darkness dragged me into an abyss with no end.