War with people is not as terrible... as war with non-humans is. The earth overflowed with blood and pain, allowing primeval, hungry evil to feast on its flesh. Darkness has fallen, there is not a single ray of light, morning will never come. Eternal night. Even the enemies hid in fear of the unknown, and the wars died down. The human race froze and was afraid of other forces. A woman with red hair, given to another, groans in the fortress, waiting for her fierce beast. Let him come and take her soul with him into eternal darkness.

The sun will not be born again, Evil has not slept in hell for a long time, It settles with black soot on forests and villages, It turns nature into death, It knows no pity, no good, He looks with his black eye socket as the fog spreads over the ground and buries under it Everything that is alive on it... The black wolf howls at the fortress, rushes about, whines and groans. The moon will no longer rise. They must now look for each other Blinded in the darkness.