The sun rose from the horizon. The dark shade left the sky as the world was bathed in a warm, golden light.
It was a beautiful sight to behold.
However, then something changed.
Around the bottom corner of the sun, a faint black haze began to form. Slowly spreading across the sun. The sky grew dimmer, and the warm light started to fade away.
Black Sun—it was called.
It only comes around once a year, during the day of the Gathering.
Across the lands of the New World, early woken up citizens turned their gazes over to the sky.
Some prayed. Some kneeled. Some wept.
It was believed that during the day of the Black Sun, the Dark God of Blackened Hearts would wake up, blink its eyes, and unleash chaos upon the world with its army of black-hearted creatures.
