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Ghosts
They rise from the darkness of time since lost. None would know why they are, who they were, even how they became.
They march across entire planets ending all that has begun. They are the nightmares of our past, the monsters in our dreams. There worn metal bodies move silently across the cities they destroy, only the clanking of footsteps to mark their passage.
World after world they march on, voiding all defenses placed before them. They are the restless dead, seeking peace through the deaths of others. Those who survive live only to see their saviors perish by the hands of that they fled from.
On the horizon of the dim green sky that marks there passage, one may see a cloaked figure seemingly floating above the endless legions below.
The storm is your only warning from these enders. Do not act blind, for you may never see again.
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