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rom his perch high upon Bald Mountain, Chernabog unfolds his wings and
casts his dark shadow over the sleeping village. Born of nightmare and
myth, he conjures writhing harpies and fiends, and calls the spirits of
the restless dead to perform at his beckoning. His minions live and die
at his whim, feeding the fire with their bones when he's wearied of their
devotion. Chernabog is king of the darkness and no human dares walk the
night while he's abroad! His evil power stands against anything --
except the clean light of the sacred dawn. When the sweet notes of morning
break over the mountain, the monster must crawl back into hiding, for
against the purity of the day, his evil is helpless. But Chernabog is
never gone, he merely waits for the coming of another night, and the chance
to continue the eternal battle between light and dark. |