As the moons of Dysteria shone upon the ruins of a once resplendent castle. Deep within, a suit of armor is buried under the rubble. As the moonlight shines through the wreckage, onto the tarnished helm, it shudders.
As the shadows grasp for the moonlight, they instead stick to the armor pooling through its cracks and filling its long-empty form. As the shadows feed on the moonlight they pulse with vigor, and then it awakens.
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