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 door of the Castle of Abyss were thrusted open as the lady of the house waltzed in. Her gait went to the rhythm of the song in her head; her head bobbed and rocked side to side.
"I wear tight clothing, high heel shooes, that doesn't mean I am a prostitute no no," she twirled around causing the train attachment to her short shorts to sway. A brow arched as she saw the welcoming room so vacant and empty. She hummed as she looked around; so this how it was like living with a bunch of men. Rolling her eyes, she snorted before giving the place a power surge, which excited some Yellow Operas to bounce out from the dark realm.
"Before you can read me, you got to know how to see me. Free your miiiiind, and the rest will follow," a lightbulb popped shattering glass as the Sadistic Fey strolled by, "be color bliiind don't be so shallow."
She doesn't have a bad singing voice, and she never was a proffesional, but it did had a distinctive raspiness at lower keys. Arlene finally stopped becoming bored, "now where is everyone?"