Not the bright of the sun, but instead imagine if someone replaced the sun with countless, cheap, fluorescent work place lighting and turned it onto the max setting. High oppressive and it stings the back of the eyes.
The landscape isn't much to look at anyway. Stretches of barren white sand extend in all directions. Well, except for two things. A wave of pure light that is currently turning whatever it touches into aforementioned pure white sand, and the last residence of man, Eulmore, sits on the horizon.
There is revelry coming from the last bastion of mankind. Singing and dancing and cries of joy as the end comes ever closer and closer. Long had they given up on the dream of living long lives and now they make the best of it until the end comes. They grow fat, happy and compliant. There are no more Heroes to defeat the light after all.
Eventually the light comes for the city of Eulmore and revelry turns to screams.
But at last the First has fallen ushering in the Ninth Umbral Calamity. Another successful Rejoining and a mage in ridiculously spiky robes teleports away in a puff of purple and black smoke.
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Not the bright of the sun, but instead imagine if someone replaced the sun with countless, cheap, fluorescent work place lighting and turned it onto the max setting. High oppressive and it stings the back of the eyes.
The landscape isn't much to look at anyway. Stretches of barren white sand extend in all directions. Well, except for two things. A wave of pure light that is currently turning whatever it touches into aforementioned pure white sand, and the last residence of man, Eulmore, sits on the horizon.
There is revelry coming from the last bastion of mankind. Singing and dancing and cries of joy as the end comes ever closer and closer. Long had they given up on the dream of living long lives and now they make the best of it until the end comes. They grow fat, happy and compliant. There are no more Heroes to defeat the light after all.
Eventually the light comes for the city of Eulmore and revelry turns to screams.
But at last the First has fallen ushering in the Ninth Umbral Calamity. Another successful Rejoining and a mage in ridiculously spiky robes teleports away in a puff of purple and black smoke.