The Shadow Master.
A title from a long forgotten organization that died off years ago. A lost name from a lost age.
Centuries passed without such a word passing from a pair of lips, for a title like that only came from an organization as infamous as the Silent Ones, from which the Shadow Master is the rightful leader.
A young boy would have soon found out, that such a man of status wears white, as he would learn in one fateful night.
In that one night, his entire life will be changed, warped into a path as shadowy and mysterious as the Void itself. Overtime, he will find friends, allies, and a family that took him in, cared for him, loved him, but wound up turning him into a trained hunter of darkness.
But a group like the Silent Ones, nothing passes His knowing. He sees all, He hears all, and the boy would soon find out, tethered with Him.
And through that, a bond will be formed. A corrupted bond of such kind that lead to destruction and misery, but also happiness and respite, as well as power.
Will this farm boy survive the ordeals set before him? Will he survive in the Silent Ones' ranks? And the question most important, will the final scrap of innocence that tethered him to his old life be destroyed as he bonds with the only Lord of Shadowy Death...?
Time itself shudders at such possibilities.
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