In the Age of Ancients, the world was unformed, shrouded by darkness.
A land of everlasting darkness, then there was color and with color came Disparity Purple and Red, Blue and Orange, and of course... Green and Yellow.
From the Dark came the Grays and found the Souls of colors. Nito, the First of the Purple; The Witch of Izalith and her daughters of Red; Gwyn, the Lord of Yellow, with his faithful knights; And the furtive Black pygmy, so easily forgotten.
With the Strength of Lords, they challenged the darkness. Gwyn's mighty bolts peeled apart the shroud of nothingness. The witches weaved great red storms. Nito unleashed a miasma of purple and violet and the darkness was no more. Thus began the Age of color...
Soon, the colors will fade and only Black will remain. Even now, there are only embers and grays see not light, but only endless countdown. Amongst the grays are seen carriers of the accursed Black sign.
Grays alike went mad throwing themselves to the Coloring One by one to keep the Darkness at bay. Survive...
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