I hope that you choke on your vacant teeth
Whispers spread through Novus like wildfire. First, the island she has come to love so dearly is swallowed by the sea. Next, there are rumors of portals springing up across the lands of Novus. As a soldier, the court of Delumine summons her to investigate these claims of the portal in the Viride forest. Through the thick blanket of snow, she and a few fellow soldiers trudge. Deeper and deeper into the forest whose atmosphere swells with a strange heaviness. The taste of unease taints the atmosphere as nervous laughter bubbles past the lips of her fellow soldiers. Meira is at the helm of the marching troop that is plunging further into the unknown. At least they're together. Right?
Soon, these soldiers will expose the rot that clings to her frame. The rot that infects and invades every inch of her existence. This rot is the curse of his absence, it is the effect he imparts on others long after his departure. Deeper into oblivion she and her brethren run. Crystals of ice freeze upon their muzzles and limbs. Steam escapes into the void as they plunge into the great unknown of the Viride forest.
First comes the hum in the wrong air, followed by the stretching otherworldly limbs of these creatures as they spill from the yawning maw of a portal.
They come face to face with their own reflections in creatures from another world. They pour into Novus, unabashed and unconcerned for all that used to be. The bubbles of nervous laughter erupt among the soldiers once more as they peer at these foreign creatures.
Questions begin to race through her head as time plunges deeper and deeper into the future. It is unrelenting, even when the world seems to slow. "Who are you?"
Soon, these soldiers will expose the rot that clings to her frame. The rot that infects and invades every inch of her existence. This rot is the curse of his absence, it is the effect he imparts on others long after his departure. Deeper into oblivion she and her brethren run. Crystals of ice freeze upon their muzzles and limbs. Steam escapes into the void as they plunge into the great unknown of the Viride forest.
First comes the hum in the wrong air, followed by the stretching otherworldly limbs of these creatures as they spill from the yawning maw of a portal.
They come face to face with their own reflections in creatures from another world. They pour into Novus, unabashed and unconcerned for all that used to be. The bubbles of nervous laughter erupt among the soldiers once more as they peer at these foreign creatures.
Questions begin to race through her head as time plunges deeper and deeper into the future. It is unrelenting, even when the world seems to slow. "Who are you?"
