Come and let me regale you with a tale. A tale of lost kingdoms and craved power. A tale of retribution and bloodlust. Indeed, the world can hear the sound of impending doom. Magic and might is nothing when faced with the darkness. Yes, impenetrable darkness born out of the malice of an entire civilization.
For where there's light, darkness lurks, waiting for its opportunity to strike. No person alive was innocent. It is their fault for this looming apocalypse. This corrupted light can no longer be illuminated. No power equals it. The darkness has enough power to wipe out the entire world. Yet, it waits, toying with the very beings who created it.
What it waits for, none is too sure. Many have tried to know its nature. All of them are dead. Not many could see into the future, however, it was certain the land will always end in darkness.
It was the only certain thing.
Dawn will come upon the rulers of Tismini and once again darkness shall rise. The world will seek those they shunned and won't find them, the gods themselves will flee. The world will rebel against its masters and unleash its long-felt rage upon all. The dead will roll in their graves in anguish. The Dark Era shall begin again.
This will be the justice which shall be executed upon all.
The darkness shall reign supreme.