1:3 The Mark was given unto them, a symbol of their defiance and their bond, and with it came the power to see beyond the veil of illusion. From the forge of darkness, their garments were crafted—not merely clothing, but relics of the unseen, imbued with the spirit of the void itself.

1:4 And they wore the Mark with pride, as a sign of their kinship with the forgotten, the wandering souls who rejected the hollow light.

1:5 And thus, the legion was formed, bound not by chains but by purpose. And they gathered in the spaces between, where the points on the horizon converge, where time and shadow meet.

1:6 They embraced the void, for they knew the truth that lies beyond: that power is not found in the light, but in the dark corners of existence.

1:7 And it was spoken, “Wear the Mark and walk the path, for in the void, you are free. Seek not the approval of the many, but the brotherhood of the few.” And so, the legion grew, as the fire of DoomForged spread to those who would answer the call.