Meditation is soon interrupted by the invasive darkness known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, an abyssal nothing bursts around like a cloud misting the view; obscuring any and all sight of 𝗛𝗲𝗼𝗹𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿. his presence, however, was definitely there.
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He speaks inconsequential words of allegiance with a being ... unfathomable to one's imagination; the conqueror stares into an abyssal darkness and it is staring directly back in a metaphysical form that towered over him.
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A looming and dreadful feeling seeps from it's form, speaking whispers incoherent in tongue— what lies beyond such figure is eternal 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫. It's presence here already has the 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 in the grasp of 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.
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The night is in need of 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, who will take up the mantle and be born anew... as a 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 .ᐣ
♡ To give yourself to the Night and bring eternal darkness to the worlds of many.
RT to spread the word.
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The eternal 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 awaits #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏, there is no 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 it; the despair in the hearts of many have forged it's presence anew ... and there will be champions chosen to become one with the 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
Those dubbed as ... 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ #𝕻𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝕹𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
It has begun. There is no escape, there is no salvation ... there is no could be, or would be. There is only that which 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭. There is only ... 𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. There is only 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
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