Blackness fills your mind, eyes and soul simply by looking at the Lord of Shadows. Gloom creeps forth in tendrils of smoky darkness, entwining themselves about your extremities... you feel your breath grow short as they twist about your throat. Shadows crush your mind into submission, as if unable to wake from a strange dream, you are pummeled with the blackness. Simply by looking towards the heart of shadow, your life seems to drain away... Run! But then... you lose... all... strength... succumb to the shadow.