The world had long since fallen, the blackness taking hold, wrapping the entire planet in it's cold, cruel embrace. Life has rotted, and everything that held the pieces in place had fallen apart, only leaving the rotting embodiment of death to blanket all that was lost.

Black snow covered the entirety of the world. The earth had died, the seas have frozen, and the sun had blackened, severing the day from the night as even the stars have disappeared.

What crawled the fallen planet were the creatures of death's manifesto, souls of the unfortunate, the Tainted.

In his world, the sea of black, he continues to roam the broken world, through the darkness and ever forward.

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Watching from afar, a being of the primordial darkness finds a broken world abandoned by the gods, an interesting figure catches her eye.

Grinning in amusement, she watches closer. A feeling of excitement starts welling up from her chest for the first time in centuries.