Brace Yourself
Tomorrow will be the end of the world we know of, it’s the end for all saviors. Who will save us now?
New shadows will come, our archenemies, they have been hiding their real armies for so long to await this day. Nowhere will be safe, all creatures will be slaughtered. Every inches of this land will be covered by the menace of darkness, stink of undead flowing instead of wind. Whisper of the gatekeeper lean on the skin of new born, and reek any bit of life left on fallen warriors.
Have you heard it? Can you feel it now? The air is so dense that no one can leap their body. DO not go to town or adjacent areas or your path will end, you will stuck in void, forever cannot go back to the realm.
All dungeon ceased, the Lord, his name CommanderLoadFail, will block all gates with his Disconnect army. You cannot shout for help, you can only shout for anger but once you have been crushed by his army, there is no turning back, NO WAY to go back.
You have been warned, saviors. Take my prophecy and witness it with your own eyes tomorrow. There is no such thing as hope, only dead arise.
Note: There is no note, just read again.


