ForodwaithSardar

Filthy creatures of Light. Silent, blind, submissive: you sleep throughout life. You lack the courage to open your eyes, not to mention fighting with your real enemy. We have prepared the ground for the rise of the embodiment of the Plague, our rage is rushing to the thresholds of the Shining Lighthouse, devouring the silent, taking the skulls. My swarm is called to clear our world of the gray and futile visions of your god. Our eyes see only red, but we also see millions of shades, from the bright arterial crimson that hides in the hearts of the young to the deepest infrared that flows from our skins. When we look at you, we see only pink slush; you are inconstant, imperfect dreamers. We are the nightmare that has come for you.