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Fire erupts onto pristine sky, like hellish paint on a canvas divine. The Creatures below cry out in fear as monsters below begin to appear. Hark and cry, run and hide, for the Legion Comes. The demons below begin their slaughter, the trees and water are cannon fodder. The young and old try to run, but their fates have been sold. Hark and cry, run and die, for the Legion Comes. Shadow and Flame destroy the land, the ground below turns to bloodied sand. The world engulfs in hellfire, all that remains are crumbling spires and as quickly as the horrors came, they fade, leaving the place a world of decay. Hark and cry, times gone by, for the

Hearts torn from living beings, meant to please to Loa of Dreams, but nightmare screams in wicked wrath as the Loa draws their blood. His own heart dark as deepest seas, he demands their lives for his wicked appease, but the living tire of needless death and plan to overthrow the Loa of Death. His wicked sin holds no equal for he is a god. Dragons charge to stop his fight, but they soon fall to his wicked fright, the Loa stands the strongest of all for he is a god. Hakkar is the dark one's title, the winged serpent sacrifices once vital, now his priests abandon his name, their words of power turned to bane. His plans to return all are th