Day 16

Wandering the dark depths of the forest always irked you. There was an unnatural force surrounding the decaying fauna- its dilapited state bringing a sense of despair to your heart. Your boots crunching the blackened soil beneat your feet, you stumble upon a ripped doll, various claw marks and blood stains visible. Surrounding you is another village consumed by the Depths of Denuvo. Equipping your sterile leather gloves, you gingerly pick it up. There's a note underneath...


"O CODEX, Legion of the Three Moons. May your eternal guidance grant our enemies a blissful rest. Guard our blackened souls within the last frayed seconds of our pitiful lives, for we are not worthy. O 3DM, may your decaying morale become as unfaltering as the unrelenting sun above. O CPY, may your unending light course through the shadows of Denuvo, and grant us all the rest we so desire."


You grimace and snarl, letting the note fly from your hands. A scribbled out portion at the bottom of the letter reads;

"our faith did not help us"


Your fists clenched with white hot anger, you toss the doll aside, a sickening crunch coming along with it. Trudging in the opposite direction, you adjust your scarf and head back to the camp.


The howl of the twilight-lit forest beckons to you, the dilapidated ruins of once a bustling village, turned into ash and despair in the blink of an eye.


How dastardly the Night has become...


You need a drink.