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Intro. The legend of the shadow scream
Winter of 1914. The Russian Empire is immersed in the chaos of the Great War. Anger, pain and suffering reign on the battlefields. One especially cold evening, when snow fell like a white shroud, something terrible arose from frozen earth, soaked in blood and torment.
In the vicinity of the current Kaliningrad region, among gloomy forests and endless fields, a creature appeared, generated by the very essence of the war. It was created from fear and aggression, from pain and loss. It was not just a monster - it was a shadow scavenger, a scavenger who fought on the corpses of the fallen soldiers left on the battlefield.
His body was black, like darkness itself, viscous and shapeless, with many eyes, sparkling like stars on a stray night, and mouths ready to absorb all living things. They said that he wanders through the fields, tracking not only the dead, but also those who still breathe. At night, when the world plunged into sleep, its whisper was heard in the cold air, scaring those who dared to be alone with darkness.
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Intro. The legend of the shadow scream
Winter of 1914. The Russian Empire is immersed in the chaos of the Great War. Anger, pain and suffering reign on the battlefields. One especially cold evening, when snow fell like a white shroud, something terrible arose from frozen earth, soaked in blood and torment.
In the vicinity of the current Kaliningrad region, among gloomy forests and endless fields, a creature appeared, generated by the very essence of the war. It was created from fear and aggression, from pain and loss. It was not just a monster - it was a shadow scavenger, a scavenger who fought on the corpses of the fallen soldiers left on the battlefield.
His body was black, like darkness itself, viscous and shapeless, with many eyes, sparkling like stars on a stray night, and mouths ready to absorb all living things. They said that he wanders through the fields, tracking not only the dead, but also those who still breathe. At night, when the world plunged into sleep, its whisper was heard in the cold air, scaring those who dared to be alone with darkness.
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