In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
On the brink of collapse, the universe holds its breath in anticipation. Of restoration? Of destruction? It is up to individuals like yourself to decide.
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The prince stumbled forward,falling to a knee as he tried to lunge at the firefox. His teeth gritted in anger and pain, and hi eyes were watering. A hand was held to his injury, and he used the other to try and reach for Reliquem's clothing, anything to get his revenge on him. However, he felt himself weaken, and supported himself on his free hand, panting
"It hurts... Gods, it hurts...
The comments of the Firefox fell on his ears, and his eyes widened when he realized what Reliquem meant. It wasn't just a bite; it was a curse, and the firefox knew it well. A form of lycanthropic curse on the feline prince was what he had been given.
He went to spit out an insult at the Firfox's back, but he screamed, a primal, guttural sound. His blood felt like it was burning, and he clawed at his head, writhing in pain.
I... Can't...
The prince fell forward, unconscious, as the virus spread.