It lurks at night

[Iceshadow]

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Screams from the dark erupt in the woods near Gloomlight.

A squabble led to an evolution which in the scope of it all seemed hasty.

A dragon fighting off the darkness until it became unbearable.

The night grew worse.
The glow of the moon dimmed out.

Fog poured through the forests of Meranthe.

An ascension of sorts.

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Folklore had turned into reality.
Rumor to truth.

The terrible and intangible shadows of the night had blossomed into something significantly worse.
A demon which had no spoken name exploded into an entity which was so much more.

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Was the continent truly prepared to deal with such a threat?