Dark Vortex

These are the embers of death, the absolution of the dying, the grave where the world is buried.

The Dark Sun’s logic, the Dark Sun’s destructive power...

Racial talents: One sword’s cold light chills fourteen lands; injustice must be answered...

Gene serums: The strength to uproot mountains, the force to shake the land...

Level Nine power: Destroyer of worlds, unmatched beneath the heavens...

Nature spirits, the Lightfolk, the Wolf Clan, intelligent machines, weapons, the Sword Clan...

Everything will converge in the City of Ultimate Evil, all in pursuit of Level Nine.

“My body lies dead, yet my will lives on; my soul departs, my work unfinished.”

“I sigh at parting, beset by sorrow; old friend, though you are gone, do not grieve.”