A giant mass of darkness always moving and everchanging. Engulfing everything in its path with even planets and stars engulfed in the darkness returning to nothing. Once more its gaze set upon a life-filled planet.

  Thousands of tiny black fragments separate from the mass of shadows slowly descending upon this new world.

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  A black dot darts across the light blue sky towards the outskirts of a small village inhabited by simple farmers.

  The farmers notice a single tree just outside the north side of the village has become half black, something they’ve never seen before.

  Some believing it to be dying begin to tend to the tree while others believing it to be a bad omen hurry back to inform the village chief.

  A shaman accompanied by the villagers returns to the tree and finds the people who stayed collapsed all around the tree seemingly petrified on the ground.

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  Upon further inspection, the villagers find that the tree that was halfway black before they left has now become pitch black and is no longer limited to the tree. The ground nearby and the people collapsed are slowly being engulfed by a pitch black.

  The shaman grabs a bottle attached to his hip, uncorks it, and pours out a scarlet yet golden liquid in the shape of an eight-pointed star. A chant calling the spirits of nature to assist the shaman with the unknown.

  Green and white particles begin to gather and take form in the shape of an elk and a fox. The elk and fox approach the darkness that even then continues to grow and spread.

  Upon contact, the elk and fox screech as the particles that make them up also begin to turn pitch black.

  The shaman whose connection with the spirits has corrupted collapses and turns black. Before the villagers with him can escape.

  All the trees and beings infected collapse and collect into a large pile of shadows that splits into more and spreads quickly surrounding and assimilating the villagers there.

  Sites globally face the same situation and the darkness slowly spreads, destroys, and then assimilates everything it finds.

  Villages, towns, kingdoms, and empires find themselves unable to find an answer to this growing darkness.

  No power known to them whether spirits, spells, or aura can deal any damage to the darkness.

  Some treat it as god’s will and accept the darkness willingly sacrificing themselves to it. Others believing it to be the devil’s work try their best to pray for protection and hope.

  An outside view shows the darkness slowly spread across the planet’s entire surface eventually becoming a large mass of shadows that itself joins the original mass that then leaves this now empty space in search of more to assimilate.