The island held the only sources of light that existed in the world, in the form of spells and specially crafted lamps. However, even these failed to resist the darkness fully and were suppressed by the world. Light was something foreign to the world of Nocturnum.
Not a single resident had seen a bright light in this world, not even from the greatest spells or magecraft. Not a single one. The Darkness that the world was composed of suppressed it all.
The Darkness reigned supreme, no matter what. Nothing had been able to challenge it, and nothing dared to. However, what was in front of Lirkis was the exact opposite. For the first time in history, something dared to challenge the Black Sea.
His eyes stung, his body felt weird, and all of his senses went off the charts as he saw it forming on the distant horizon.
"That's impossible."
