Prologue
An axe slammed onto the ground, sending sparks flying. A sick man tried to stand up, but his body was heavier every second. He collapsed against the wall, and an inky sludge consumed him. He screamed in terror and tried to escape the growing substance, but it was to late. His mind belonged to Krokol's Darkness. He fell silent in the jet black cocoon. A clawed hand broke through, and a Shadow emerged.
