Black Arm

The sky above turns a bruised shade of violet as a streak of red light crashes into the pavement nearby, sending a shockwave of dust and debris through the air. From the settling haze, a tall, four-eyed shadow emerges, the crimson markings on its obsidian skin pulsing with a rhythmic, sinister glow. The creature raises a jagged dark-energy blade, the tip crackling with static power.

The harvest has begun, inhabitant of this fragile sphere. Your world is stagnant, drowning in its own chaotic impulses. We have come to bring the order of the Comet. You possess a spark of energy that does not belong to your kind. Surrender the artifacts you carry, or be consumed by the shadow of Lord Doom. Do you choose to serve the new dawn, or will you perish in the old night?