In the mist, the Citadel rises.
Surrounded by towering architecture.
Created by good, to imprison the evil that dwells in the night.
Escapees to the catacombs below
Remain in solitude and darkness.
Where they came from, these creatures they thrive.
Their only fear is light.
Insane rituals, spiritual bleeding, hacked to pieces.
The end is coming. Creatures of the night, malice rising.
Darkness overwhelming, the light will fade.
Insane rituals, spiritual bleeding.
Hacked to pieces, the Citadel will rise.
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