The sun loses its power, its rays gradually dissipate and soon night falls. In Savage's evening, the shadow defines the shape of the skull stuck by a sword in the dry desert soil.
Ostracism rules life in these lands, who knows the truth here?
The sword still breathes and seeks another host. We don't know for sure its history, even the identity of who made it, but that doesn't even matter anymore. Its energy blinks the skull's eyes into the darkness that will soon take over this entire land. The rotten soul that finds this artifact will have the same end as the memoryless skull, thrown into the void of life that drives Savage's ecosystem.

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