"In the eyes of mortals, Shire is the eternal darkness that devours light, the secret whisper of temptation, the cold comfort of the desperate. Her followers weave conspiracies in the shadows, while her enemies awaken in nightmares..."
In the spacious, bright room, Roland flipped through the book in his hands, his brow furrowing slightly.
"...for she is not only the personification of night, but also the cruel proclamation that all things will inevitably return to the Void. Mortals either fear or are obsessed with her, but no one can truly escape her gaze..."
Breathing in the salty, damp air, Roland rubbed his aching brow.
"Death, calamity, oblivion, Void, mystery..."
His gaze finally settled on the last sentence on the page.
"Eternal Darkness and corruption..."
'Not a single complimentary word in the whole description...'
With a soft sigh, Roland slowly closed the copy of *Shadow of the Gods* in his hands.
