Darkness in Disguise

smic horror. It all began 2452 years ago when the Cosmic Trees erupted from the earth, their branches reaching for the heavens, their fruits tempting and terrible. Some who dared to t

walls since he was a boy, a dream that now intertwined with a desperate need to help his family. The army offered the only path, but it was a gamble. To join, one had to consume a Cosmi

g transformations, the grim efficiency of the soldiers who put them down. Still, he

e cosmic entities themselves, and their zombie offspring, devouring their essence and claiming their strength. He bit into it, a surge of energy, cold and vast, coursing through him. For a terrifying moment, the world

like anything he had ever seen. She had skin the color of emeralds, long, fl

wind chimes. "My name is Sara. Mas

n the shoulder. "You made it, son. Welcome to the army." He pressed a cold, iron key in