Blackness spread across the sky, swallowing the wildly dancing Elemental Turbulence in its path. Even the light seemed to cower before that silent dark, leaving not a single glimmer in the world it swept over.
The raging flood seemed terrified, retreating in churning reverse currents as the darkness arrived. The lava flowing across the earth lost its luster, and the wind howled like the weeping of ghosts and gods. It was as if the mountains themselves were aging beneath that darkness, and the eternal, pristine snow lost all its color and light.
The only remaining lights between heaven and earth were two golden suns. They hung at the vanguard of the darkness, yet even they could not illuminate the abyss trailing behind them. The golden sunlight was not warm, but freezing; vegetation withered instantly, and rivers froze solid.
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