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It was in that moment, frozen and vile, that he realized... This was the tale of oblivion. |
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The road before him was broken, compiled of the dark, twisted nature only this place could offer. The stone path lie shattered, overgrown with thick, thorny brambles, and darkness enveloped the once sunny sky. It was the kind of instant change he had come to expect here, where reality ceased to exist and only consciousness remained; the kind of intimidation that had once set him trembling. But that was then. True, he couldn't say that he understood this place completely, and likely he never would; but he understood the voices. Thousands had died waiting for him to decipher those ephemeral pleas-- maybe more-- but he finally understood. Now, he heard their cries, heeded their warnings, and cared for little else. The people of Sevethiel could wage their wars; the victors could think themselves kings, and indeed they may be. But he would be here. For this was the end of the War of Creation, and this is where Humanity would win. |
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