he speaks
A deep, detached voice floats through the darkness towards you.
"So, someone has come at last..." His features are clouded;
your eyes seem to slide off his face if you look at him directly. It
is clearly a man, but beyond that simple fact you can discern nothing.
A pale luminosity encompasses his body as he seems to float in the
air. You shiver slightly from the cold.
"You've come at my behest, whether it is known to you or
not." He appears to smile. "Do not be frightened. I have a
task for you. A grave task. These visions are only a few of the
disasters that have befallen our world, Astansia. We used to be a
world of light, and happiness. Until the Enshrouded One came,
stretching his shadows out over our world, darkening men's hearts. We
know not where he came from, but we know the
Prophecy."
