Impossible to Handle

The Risen Black Sun The village was a grim tableau, filled with the dead and those soon to join them. As I passed through the cacophony of screams and wails, I earnestly prayed to the forgotten mother. "Please... Please spare my wife and daughter. I will offer up everything that I have." But the world, in its cold fairness, was cruel to all. The Black Death had reduced my wife to a handful of scattered ash. From afar, I saw the face of my daughter, who would surely come to resent me, and I had no choice but to turn away once more. The Black Sun had clearly risen somewhere. And it was the harbinger of the catastrophe I had sown, through my own disciples. I hurried to the Cadry's base, and just as I had expected, found my disciples offering living sacrifices to the Black Sun.