NCTPhobo

Like the mist that rolls through the jungles, the screams of the soft and terrified will fill the fields and hills of this land.

-=The voids shall open=-

Primordial memories of things that rest in the darkness of ancient voids will force the screaming souls to look towards the Faceless for an end.

His will shall fill their minds like the mist the rolls through the jungle.

-=This is the instrument of gathering=-

The black ichor of the Faceless brings life to its pages.

Dark smoke pours from the alter, like fear from the weak.

A quill desecrated in terror will inscribe the summoning words.

The bones of the alter cast shadows of things to come in this ceremony of ancient rites.

When combined, the summoning shall ensue.

When cast into the living void, the Phobonomicon shall pull from the coldest void of Fear, an ancient horror of an age forced from the memory by terror.

============= Thul Tae Ew, the reign of blood will begin. =============