Evil Creatures

🗲 𝕭𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖟 𝕽𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖔𝖗 🗲

Depression Antlers, a cursed creature of the sinister Slincanmarsh swamp.

Baron Exulon. A virtuoso, a free spirit, an atypical Knight unlike any other.

The Crystal Pneuma - our very first Phantom. The fifth and final race.

Ancient Wrath, a disquieting key figure in the Devils' culture.

The Basilisk of Saevusfort, our second creature of the Serpents race as yet.

The Soul Extractor, representing the Knights' true doctrine. You might get a clue about their nature.

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The Flightmare. A disturbing sight of a winged, three-headed Serpent, scanning the nocturnal forest for unsuspecting prey. Those who are unfortunate enough to lay eyes on this creature are doomed to suffer its curse, for the mere sight of it is enough. It seeps into the minds of its enemies, causing them to forget their abilities as if they were never learned. Their weapons will feel heavy in their hands, their spells will falter on their tongues, and their minds will be consumed by atrocious fear. Observers, if they survive the encounter with this perverted creature, will leave with a crippled mind. Tormented with nightmarish visions, they will be forever haunted by the memory of its eerie, three-headed visage, and fright that sends even the bravest of souls spiraling into a world of fear and despair. It is said that the Flightmare is the physical embodiment of fear itself. It is not just a creature to be defeated, but a test of the soul.

The Flightmare is seen as a harbinger of doom, its appearance signaling some great tragedy or disaster to come. Seeing this creature perched upon a treetop, just how its appearance has been described, signals a change so drastic and profound that it shakes the very foundations of reality. Whereas many cultures have developed rituals to ward off the Flightmare, none have been successful in banishing it permanently, for you cannot stop the course of nature.

The Godless Temple of Silence. The place where the Devils perform their twisted sacrifices and blood rituals. The temple itself is made of the very bodies that have been sacrificed, which are being kept alive by a necromantic curse. Everything the temple consists of was once living, and in some way, still is. It is a spawn of overgrown proliferations that still constantly feel the pain of being dissected and intertwined. Their screams pierce through marrow and bone, echoing through its halls. It moves ever so slightly, as if their bodies’ natural reflex to flee is still being triggered. Despite its name, the temple is anything but silent. The name stems from the prayers of the sacrificed remaining unheard, without any prospect of salvation. An ironic and macabre name, a reflection of the temple’s true nature. But the temple serves a greater purpose, for it is through these sacrifices that new life is created, and a new Devil can be born. Living sacrifices are the only way Devils can be born. It is a place where the line between life and death is blurred, where even the bravest of souls will tremble with fear, for the Godless Temple of Silence is a gateway to the abyss of oblivion.

The Possessed Priest. A creature of nightmare, his mind consumed by his obsession. A master of twisted blessings and curses, driven by a mad desire for forbidden knowledge. He performs heinous living sacrifices for his twisted rituals, spilling the blood of the innocent to create new life. The priest preaches a twisted philosophy of ancient sorcery in the Godless Temple of Silence, a living temple where the screams of the sacrificed echo through the halls.

A curse with no cure. This werewolf, whose name was long forgotten, is the very embodiment of pure ferocity and its hatred is so tremendous that it lost its ability to turn back into a human-like form. The hate increases the more it grasps that it is too late. The disease won. Its eyes burn with an unquenchable hunger for blood. Ferocity has no filter, ferocity has no motive. Fury always shows the truth.