The Harbingers of the Last Dawn

They walk in silence, their black robes heavy with the weight of forgotten oaths. They are the Harbingers of the Last Dawn, the messengers of an age soon to end. Behind them, three great gates stand open—one to the warriors’ feast, one to the endless dark, and one to a place unknown, even to the gods. They do not speak, for they have already seen the end. They walk, for the last dawn must come.

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