Oh great one who controls the night
one who weaves dreams with unseen light
lord of night who darkens the path of sorrow
I pray for your unending grace
I pray for your aid
I pray for your strength.
As soon as he had uttered the prayer, the bright flame of orange hue was quickly turned to a dark flame that emitted a white light.
The priest raised both of his hands up, and the white light emitted on the walls turned dark, the shadow that the priest saw before slowly slid into the dark spot in the wall, and a man exited.
He had hair as white as snow, and his eyes looked like a blue, bright jewel. But he suddenly removed the mask on his face, thick slimy substances were between his face and the mask like glue, his features changed. His eyes turned brown, and his hair turned black.
