You awaken from what seems to be a deep sleep, your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself surrounded by nothing but darkness. You try and remember how you ended up here, but nothing comes to mind. All you can remember is your own death of some sort before finding yourself here. Is this some kind of afterlife? You wait in the darkness for what seems to be an innumerable amount of time, passing the time by pondering on how you arrived here or your life beforehand. You don’t kno—
“My, my. Another one seems to have lost their way.” A voice interrupts your thoughts, piercing the darkness you’ve grown oh-so-accustomed to. The voice is incredibly loud, as if it was being uttered right behind your ear. It echoes throughout the darkness.
“The Seraphim are free, and the world has been basked in an everlasting light of destruction. But in the light, shadows have formed.” You try to respond, you try to question what the voice is talking about but nothing escapes your lips. You cannot speak, only listen. “You are but an inkling, a single particle in the vastness of the darkness. But you may grow, you may strengthen yourself and in turn, save the land.” The darkness around you crumbles, as if it were pieces of paint crumbling away from the wall. Light soon replaces the darkness and you find yourself able to speak once more. The voice speaks once more, nothing more than a whisper in your ear.
“The Seraphim must be stopped. Procure their essence and banish them to the darkness from whence they came from. That is your purpose, little shadow.”
You awaken from what seems to be a deep sleep, your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself surrounded by nothing but darkness. You try and remember how you ended up here, but nothing comes to mind. All you can remember is your own death of some sort before finding yourself here. Is this some kind of afterlife? You wait in the darkness for what seems to be an innumerable amount of time, passing the time by pondering on how you arrived here or your life beforehand. You don’t kno—
“My, my. Another one seems to have lost their way.” A voice interrupts your thoughts, piercing the darkness you’ve grown oh-so-accustomed to. The voice is incredibly loud, as if it was being uttered right behind your ear. It echoes throughout the darkness.
“The Seraphim are free, and the world has been basked in an everlasting light of destruction. But in the light, shadows have formed.” You try to respond, you try to question what the voice is talking about but nothing escapes your lips. You cannot speak, only listen. “You are but an inkling, a single particle in the vastness of the darkness. But you may grow, you may strengthen yourself and in turn, save the land.” The darkness around you crumbles, as if it were pieces of paint crumbling away from the wall. Light soon replaces the darkness and you find yourself able to speak once more. The voice speaks once more, nothing more than a whisper in your ear.
“The Seraphim must be stopped. Procure their essence and banish them to the darkness from whence they came from. That is your purpose, little shadow.”