NIGHT WATCH

Attach card A sword pierces through the glass, shattering it into countless fragments. In the scattered shards, reflections of the Night Watch characters emerge, their images fractured among the cracks. Meanwhile, Zavulon’s sword drips with blood, standing as a symbol of an inevitable end and a new beginning.

Anton is shattered into pieces, consumed by regret for failing to protect Yegor. His glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, an undeniable symbol that he is one of The Others.

Anton stands in the beam of a flashlight, his shadow stretching long into the darkness. But the light offers no safety—instead, it reveals something far more terrifying. From the shadows, sharp-eyed crows circle him, symbols of the dark forces that haunt his every step. Meanwhile, crimson branches emerge from the void, pulsing like veins only he can see. His ability to perceive the flow of life has become a curse, burdening him with a horror he cannot escape.

A candle is deliberately extinguished, its smoke rising slowly, leaving behind a deep darkness with no trace of light. A symbol of illumination now reduced to a charred wick, while blood seeps from the wax, dripping into the eerie silence. The light has fallen, and the darkness reigns unchallenged.

An owl, the symbol of goodness, is trapped in a tight cage, its wings folded helplessly. Shattered glass surrounds it, reflecting a cold, hollow light—the remnants of a virtue that is no longer whole. Goodness is not just imprisoned but slowly eroding, reduced to fragments that can never be pieced back together.

The spilled blood did not just pool, but flowed purposefully, forming a perfect star pattern, with each dot landing exactly where it was meant to, as if guided by an invisible force. The crimson stains were no coincidence, but rather a sign of something greater, a symbol that whispered of a power beyond human comprehension. In the eerie stillness, the pattern seems to pulsate as if alive, carrying an omen that cannot be ignored.