The Primordial Nightlord…Heolstor’s body had long since deteriorated since taking the Night as his weapon. In his realm he slowly approached, his blade grating roughly against the coarse unbridled sands. Whether or not you stood to prove yourself as a champion of the Night like the mighty Centaur Fulghor, or to slay him like one of many Nightfarers who have long since ventured these unnurtured lands. It didn’t matter, you’d come all this way, a fight was all but inevitable.

His silence was deafening as he continued to move, the peace could almost be felt in the consuming moment that was the Night Tide. But finally the time came, and he found himself stopping, gazing upon you with no thought nor intention of speaking. Though despite not hearing a noise, you could feel the question grate your mind.

Shall you live eternally as a slave of the night, or die as a free spirit who dared to oppose the Lord of the Night?