Our Supreme god, Valero, had been banished by his brothers and sisters to an eternity of solitude at the edge of existence. He became the Shadow Void, a gaping expanse of despair in the universe that allowed no light or thing to survive. It was his duty to travel across the heavens between worlds to capture the life out of aging stars when the time came. His form of travel was called Shadow travel. He was feared, for he brought darkness and destruction to civilizations.
But Valero didn't want to be feared anymore, he wanted to be loved, envied even.
Thus, my kinsmen, the Shadoweavers were born.
But Valero didn't want to be feared anymore, he wanted to be loved, envied even.
Thus, my kinsmen, the Shadoweavers were born.