The shadows merged and met. A mess of light’s absence, they stuck together, knotting a net of darkness. More and more came, joining the ominous throng, and soon a conclave was held.

Some opted for blood, others for souls, and all for chaos. Silent cries erupted on all sides, pushing for a referendum. They knew a war was coming, unstoppable and all-consuming. It was time to decide.

Slowly, they spun, around some invisible, hellish axis. At the center, a spot of pure midnight appeared. As the shadows gathered in towards it, it became a rising mound.

Soon, no shadows were left. A dark figure had taken their place. A deathly inkiness cloaked his details. All the light could show were the sharp curves of his muscle.

He ignored the burned-out shells of some once-great structure, ashen heaps, and broken bones sparsely peppering the ground. He could see in the distance, a pillar of light revolving quickly, drawing firelight, sunbeams, and hope to its core. There, he knew, the enemy would be found.

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