In the twilight realm of Evershade, there dwelled a wizard named Corvillus, whose thirst for knowledge was as deep and dark as the void itself. In the heart of his arcane tower, cloaked in the perpetual gloom of his own creation, he delved into the forbidden realms of shadow magic.
Corvillus had always been fascinated by the living shadows, those enigmatic entities that danced at the edge of light, neither fully of this world nor the other. With each passing day, his experiments grew bolder, his incantations more complex. He crafted a lattice of spells to bind these shadows to his will, seeking to harness their elusive power.
But shadows, he would soon discover, were not to be trifled with.
One fateful night, as a tempest raged and lightning split the sky, Corvillus performed his ultimate experiment. He uttered a spell of binding, ancient and potent, to merge his essence with the shadows and command them as extensions of his very soul.
The ritual was a catastrophic miscalculation.
As the storm's fury echoed his own, the shadows stirred, alive with a malevolence that the wizard's hubris had ignored. They writhed and twisted, a mass of darkness that surged forth to engulf him. In that moment, Corvillus realized his folly, but it was too late. The shadows consumed him, devouring the light of his being.
When the tempest abated, where once stood a man now remained a wraithlike apparition, a silhouette of malice. Corvillus, the wizard, was no more, replaced by a creature of living darkness. This shadowy specter haunted the corridors of his lonely tower, a malignant force that preyed on the life energies of any unwary traveler who strayed too close.
His once noble pursuit of arcane wisdom had been twisted into a relentless yearning to extinguish all light, to spread the dominion of shadow across Evershade. The wizard’s name became a whispered warning in the world of magic, a somber tale of ambition consumed by darkness. And the living shadows? They roamed free, their wills their own, leaving behind the shadowy apparition of Corvillus as a reminder of the peril that lies in tampering with the veiled forces of the universe.
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A sturdy and warm sweatshirt bound to keep you warm in the colder months. A pre-shrunk, classic fit sweater that’s made with air-jet spun yarn for a soft feel.
• 50% cotton, 50% polyester
• Pre-shrunk
• Classic fit
• 1x1 athletic rib knit collar with spandex
• Air-jet spun yarn with a soft feel
• Double-needle stitched collar, shoulders, armholes, cuffs, and hem
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