It was thought that magic, wild and untamable, could be used only to create, change or destroy in Endarth.
Until they arrived. Shadows with eyes full of evil. Travelers, nomads, absorbing the powerful mana, leaving nothing but a void all around them. All living beings flee where the Dark Warlocks take their slow steps, and those that do not are consumed. They are followed by an instinctive terror of something that has never been seen before, something that does not seem from this world.