"Once, he was just another unwanted soul in a group he loathed, a discordant note forced into a song that never suited him. He resented them—every forced smile, every meaningless bond—except for one. Black..A Villain whose name was whispered in fear, whose darkness he revered. Not just as an ally, but as something far more—a love that festered in secrecy, twisted and unwavering. But he could never reach him, not while shackled by the others. Then came the forest. The infection. The darkness that didn't consume him—it completed him. It seeped into his very being, turning him into something beyond human, beyond flesh. His voice became a melody of corruption, and with every note, the world bent, twisted, and succumbed. The first to hear his song, the first to be swallowed by it, was the one he had always longed for....Black. Now, they are the heart of the **Forsaken Symphony,** a duet of ruin spreading through the remnants of the world. Noxcantor sings, and the infection follows. Survivors become instruments in his grand composition, their bodies overtaken, their voices lost in the chorus of the damned. And through it all, his love for Black only deepens—obsessive, unwavering, a requiem that will never end. He is not just the harbinger of darkness. He is its composer, its conductor, its voice. And the world? Nothing more than an unfinished song waiting to be rewritten in shadow..."
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