> The Darkener's Console

Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.

Riptide —

I’m being pulled in by the
If I want to live, I have to die


Pull me in….
I’m ready
Ready Freddie, ready Freddie

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