Eclipse of the Fallen Kingdom

In the shadow of the crimson moon, the world finally began to bleed.

One lone spark remained to stand against the encroaching and eternal night. But shadows always

grow long when the light of hope begins to fade. Malakor,

the herald of ruin, stepped forth from the crushing darkness. As long as

I draw breath, the shadows will not claim this land. Then let the

heavens crack and the earth shatter in our wake. In the end, only one silhouette

remained amidst the drifting ash. The silence that follows tells the only truth that

remains.