Dark Kalaa Rare

Glibon floats in his sanctum, eyes glazed over as his mind wanders through the cityscape, heading towards the beaches of the Ulu Watu to investigate a possible new parasite infection. The ocean rages with a growing malice deep beneath the surface. Even at just the surface, Glibon's real body shudders. Something grows beneath the waves that has been displaced in time, waiting for its time to strike for 1000 years... or is it only days? These temporal anomalies from Rhynn are difficult to accurately read. Many voices cry out silently under the waves. Moments of solidarity giving rise to a single thought before the incoherence deafens again. The Oculus parasite inside can only control the many minuscule consciences for brief times. As the astral projection of the Great Cosmic Entity delves deeper into the watery abyss, a figure can be made out: a suit of armor puppeted by an overgrown shark anemone, surrounded by chaotic thoughts. "Radio... City..." Peeler's radio station? Such a strange thought. Is the Ministry of Culture behind this idea? Those cursed D.I.C.T.A.T.! "Book of Souls..." What? How could it even know of that relic? Is that the parasite's thought? Karrion would never let a fractured creature near such forbidden knowledge... "Naliah..." A name? What could it want with the Ulu Watu queen? An audience with her? Or is she a target? "Asylum..." The Paradox Asylum? What does it desire there? Maybe a way to bind together its splintered conscience? That would grant it a unified force... "Glibon..." Wait, can it sense me looking into it? Glibon's mind grows dark and hazy, his body falling to the floor. His eyes glow bright white as a new vision hits his senses. Two dark steel gates in the shadowy abyss stand before him, crazed designs adorning them. Glibon begins to shake, lost in the mindscape as the gates begin to creak open ever so slightly. Two words are then uttered by the voices of the anemone, a singular thought engulfing them. "Genesis... returns..." _biography written by player:3300066