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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Marmadue watched as the rabbit held up a jewel, calling the strange cat-like creature seemingly back into it as it vanished in a flash of light. A fascinating show, truly. His own gaze momentarily shifted downwards, his fingers spread to reveal the little star-shaped gem pressed against his palm. There was magic in it too. It was different than the gem Oswald had been holding – and he doubted a creature would be living in the jewel he had found…
"…Behind the times…?" The Yuke tilted his head as he looked back up – well, alright, the rabbit was so short that he couldn't exactly look up, but his gaze did return to Oswald, "I would say my world was ah, at the right time," he scratched the back of his neck, rather confused by the whole comment. It was the only time there was.
If there was one thing they could agree on, it was that the building was unstable. It really did feel like at any moment, the whole thing would come crashing down on them, piles of dust and rubble occasionally calling from the ceiling. If Oswald had only come to the building to figure out the name of the town, he had in fact managed to fulfill that plan. But was that all the station could offer them? Marmadue couldn't help but look behind him, at the ruined insides. There possibly was just so much more hidden behind rubble that could be found… "Ah. Yes. If you are done, I suppose there is… Nothing more we should do here," he sighed. It was dangerous. He wasn't that curious…