The condition was fulfilled, the revelation descended, and the sacrifices were made.
In the War of Darkness—on that starless night—the world witnessed a calamity.
A catastrophe that claimed millions of innocent souls—poor souls whose only crime was their naiveté, their folly in following that so-called god…the Lord of Light.
Believing those accursed words were a revelation from Him, they hurried to carve them into their own skin—and into the skin of their sons and daughters.
They thought that by doing so they would secure the protection of the god they revered, that the Lord of Light would grant them the radiance to survive the War of Darkness.
They did not know their fate was nothing but the black of endless death—a darkness with no escape.
In mere minutes, millions of bodies hit the ground uncounted and unmeasured. They died—every last one of them.
Their faith killed them. Their ignorance killed them. And thus the calamity began.
