reality whispers a different tune underwater
Inside the Refuge the atmosphere should be one of natural abundance and safeguarded serenity, even during LongNight. Despite the lack of light, the Refuge’s microclimate maintains a gentle warmth and a lush vibrancy, with thriving ecosystems and plentiful food. Yet tonight, the promised safety has been breached.
In a secluded corner, amidst a vibrant tapestry of foliage and carefully tended sustenance, lies the lifeless form ofNysadeia. Her once-radiant tentacles now lie dull, her body strewn gently across the mossy ground. A long, cruel slash marks her throat, its wound pulsing with an eerie, void-infused purple light. The stark contrast of spilled, dark ichor upon the soft, verdant carpet speaks of an insidious corruption.
If ever there was a question about what effect the Family and the void could have within the space, the lifeless body of one of the merfolk might provide more answers than the Archon of King's End would like to give.
Nysadeia has been killed by the void.
In a secluded corner, amidst a vibrant tapestry of foliage and carefully tended sustenance, lies the lifeless form of
If ever there was a question about what effect the Family and the void could have within the space, the lifeless body of one of the merfolk might provide more answers than the Archon of King's End would like to give.
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