The First Act The Shadows Lengthen Three lonely caws drifted through the night. To the Elynians, it meant only one thing: there were murders nearby. Yet to the Tenebra, it spoke of something more sinister, a growing threat with a pride and lust for power nigh unequalled by any other. Corvus, purple eyes shining dimly in the darkness, gazed back at the lighthouse of Allune. Its milky white exterior was magnifying the moonlight; it was a certainly alluring sight for the Tenebra. Four days had passed since the Luxes were consumed. Four days for Corvus to scheme in its mad dash for absolute power, greater even, than that possessed by the Voids. Vividly it remembered how light and dark had faced off in the lighthouse. The Voids wielded shadows that grew darker and darker; the Luxes wielded light that gleamed brighter and brighter. The titanic struggle for dominance grew and grew until finally, after a dramatic crescendo, the light gave way. At that moment, the Tenebra burst forth from the lighthouses, ravaging the land and devouring any Elynians who had the misfortune of being nearby. All too clearly, it remembered flying away in the darkness, relishing the wind as the strangled screams of Elynians pierced the once-serene silence of the night. The night had fallen. It was a strange time for an Elynian to be smiling, but Magnal was quite evidently not your average Elynian. His fingers tapped the wood of the setilum's neck as well as that of the bow. His body quivered with excitement for the carnage that was about to come. The very room he stood in was a scene of carnage too. There were no lights, save for Magnal himself, who glowed with the full glory of a Radiant. On the floor was the partly eaten carcass of his friend. The flesh was pale and a pool of dried blood had gathered around the body. Debris was scattered on the floor from the time when the Tenebrae had tried to enter the home to devour him, but had strangely fled when his music began. Now the door swung freely on its hinges, creaking and squeaking with each movement. To Magnal's ears, it was a steady beat that would add flavor to the music that was about to begin. He could already begin the whispers and the scratching that signaled the rousing of the Tenebrae for their nightly meals. The screams had been growing fewer and fewer over the past few days, but it was still enough for wondrous music. The first screams rose from the distance and Magnal raised his blood-caked arm to begin drawing the bow across the strings. The music began softly, almost pleading. As time went on, the symphony became stronger and stronger, becoming more and more fearsome and haunting as it did. To anyone else listening, it would have been terrifying, fear-inspiring, yet to Magnal, it was beautiful. The aura of light that surrounded Magnal blazed into life. The original gold now had slight hints of crimson, and it danced with a crazed intensity. Magnal's blood-caked lips curled up into a smile as he advanced on the carcass of his friend. It was almost time to feed once again.