Hope of the Darkest Beacon

[NikolaNeiju]

Lost...

Left without home, without purpose...

Left to rot, left to be hunted by everyone.

That is the pain, of existing... As a mireling...

Though... Faint, dark hope had blossomed...

And whispers, screams. Would echo throughout the ruins of Shadowmire...

Screams of those that had died long ago, no... Those are not just screams.

These are the war cry, cries of those whose blood was spilled in the Culling.

They were cheering... A person, a Dullahan. One who had promised to bring his kin together, to have their revenge against the people who had pulled them away from each other, from the embrace of Nightmother. Drived away from their cursed land where they had laid dormant for oh so many years.

They were cheering....

The new champion, the wielder of Pikai Edge... And the Dark Beacon of Hope.

Yaron