When the Shadowed ones are wounded, Verdichor, a dark, viscous tide, Flows from their riven forms, unbound, A midnight bloom, where shadows hide. Its touch, a chilling, silent dread, No mortal gaze can bear to see, For in its depths, the secrets spread, Of realms beyond reality. BPM APILWEML WVMA CXJZQVOQVO QA VMIZ
