The fading amber light of dusk should have painted a peaceful scene along the riverbank – but peace was the last thing Dakuryuon’s squad would find that evening. What began as routine reconnaissance dissolved into chaos as the earth itself seemed to rupture. “We were so naive then,” one would later recall through gritted teeth. The creatures moved with unnatural synchronicity, their multi-jointed limbs clicking like a macabre clockwork. Before defensive formations could be established, the warriors found themselves entangled in glistening strands of viscous secretion. The harder they fought, the more fiercely the creature is. One by one, their strength withered, until even the mightiest could do no more than tremble, their eyes are blank. A silhouette appreared in the feeble light, it’s the one who consume the darkness, The Dark Lord himself.
