Three echoes move together among the ruins of steel and stone, their trembling footsteps over rusted horizons and broken circuits. The towers fall into silence as sparks of shadow burn against the weight of time. In the darkness, the obsidian light awakens, glowing with a fire too fierce to be contained. At the edge of the horizon, a lantern lingers, casting its final crown of ash upon the night: three lions walking as one flame.

Phantom Horizon

Four silhouettes move in unison through hollow corridors where silence clings to rust and memory. Shadows float along empty highways, thoughts blur in the gloom, and the pulse of forgotten iron beats faintly beneath the surface. Ghostly dances unfold in the mist, rain dissolves into fragments of memory, and lanterns glow with fading dreams. In the stillness that follows, silence takes on its final form: four lions carved from the breath of eternity.

Hollow Corridors

Five voices emerge in unison, traversing corridors of rust and frozen glass. Horizons gleam in chrome, the depths whisper in ghostly tones, and violet firestorms sweep across forgotten skies. Frost settles upon the silence, but dawn still falls with a savage brilliance. In the stillness, a distant voice lingers, the light carrying its memory into the unseen. When the echoes refuse to fade, five lions remain: guardians of the eternal.

Echo Doesn’t End

Luthrae

Six lions move through a landscape of broken lights and fading circuits, where silence is crowned with static and the horizon dissolves into chrome. The collapse becomes a whisper, the bass retains the memory of echoes, and the oceans tremble with an infinite hum. Shadows stretch endlessly, revealing forgotten names carved into the void. Beyond the distance, beyond the silence, a new sonic language emerges, where Luntheris, Veydael, and Sorynth remain as living fragments of eternity.

Sorynth

Seven presences move as one through veins of concrete and circuits of cold light. Memories fracture on the glass, ashes glow crimson, and shadows murmur unheard prayers. Sparks ignite ghostly flames as violet smoke floats over a neon abyss. The remnants of the savage past crumble beneath a pale crown, and at the end, a shower of obsidian falls, a testament to seven lions who walk unwavering, eternal and untamed.

Echo Doesn’t End

AROK

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