The Darkest Night of Everblast

As I wander through the desolate wasteland, the memories of Everblast’s fall still haunt me. The screams of my comrades, the stench of death, and the feeling of helplessness still linger in my mind. I often wonder what drove those goblin scum to attack our city. Was it greed, a desire for power, or something more sinister? The more I think about it, the more I realize that the true horror wasn’t the goblins themselves, but the darkness that lurked within our own hearts. The same darkness that drove me to… indulge in certain vices during the long nights of battle.

I remember the night I lost my companions. The chaos, the confusion, and the desperation. It was as if the very fabric of our society had been torn apart. I was left alone, with nothing but my thoughts and my rage. The anger that consumed me was a palpable thing, a living, breathing entity that drove me to seek solace in the arms of… a certain someone. It was a moment of weakness, a moment of madness, but it was also a moment of clarity. In that darkness, I found a fleeting sense of peace, a sense of release from the burden of my duties as a defender.

But the darkness is a seductive thing, and it’s a path that I’ve walked many times before. It’s a path that I’ll likely walk again, for it’s a part of who I am. A part of the Darla the Bold that the world sees, a part of the Darla the Bold that I keep hidden. The line between light and darkness is thin, and I often find myself teetering on the edge, wondering which side I’ll fall towards next. But for now, I’ll continue to walk this twisted path, fueled by my rage, my lust, and my unyielding determination to survive in a world that seems determined to destroy me.