The Long Dark Below





The shadows stretching beneath

Ice cracks, flesh falls

The Tower welcomes

Deeper, yet deeper

Cutting beneath

Answers creep further away, ever deeper;

Let us dream of victory.

Shed your tears for Mikail.

Die you will. Do not go, my last warning.

We will seal this city within its tomb of ice and madness.

Truly the WHITE TERROR is upon us again.

I want to die looking at the beautiful Tower.

It calls, it calls. Can't you hear it?

The Tower calls for you.

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