Warning : This work includes horror elements, mature content, the truth, startling events and dark subject matter.
It is the knowledge of the cosmos which lines the armour of those wayward knights. Their crippled bodies and porcelain skin hidden beyond pallid bulwarks and stygian oceans. It is that same luster of awareness, of truth which is a plague to those ignorant masses that horde in their wake. They will claw at their heels in hatred as they trek towards the threshold of death, their eyes clasped shut. For they would not bear to gaze upon the towering lords, those walking tombs. Lest some of that same truth stain their eyes. They were not meant to see, nor do they wish to know; what lays beyond the edges of their stage of lies.
View the prologue at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZhvAGxRCXk for further context.
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