Are
He detached from the throng, following the figure that had caught his eye but a moment before. Seemingly a dove among ravens, jackdaws and magpies, to Are suspiciously ill-fitting yet somehow made perfect sense in light of the past couple days of chaos. He found himself staring in awe, the stark contrast of meek white approaching ominous black rising out of the land a sword stuck in a defeated foe. A broken femur poking out of flesh slowly wasting away with the corpse of a bygone era.
Silence enveloped him as he, not by his own mind, closed the distance. Mesmerized by the perfect darkness of the structure. A chill sharp as breaking glass shot up his spine, rousing Are from the waking dream with a harsh reminder that he was the antithesis to what laid before them. Perfect death against flawed life.
"The gates are wide open, for those who dare leave..." he said, voice and gaze distant, as if in trance still. Are shuddered a second time and blinked, awake by the virtue of the feeling of impending doom that came as he got closer to the spire. "I mean... Heill..." he said, stumbling as if the language had suddenly left his mind when he realized how close to both the spire and the pale stranger he had gotten.
Silence enveloped him as he, not by his own mind, closed the distance. Mesmerized by the perfect darkness of the structure. A chill sharp as breaking glass shot up his spine, rousing Are from the waking dream with a harsh reminder that he was the antithesis to what laid before them. Perfect death against flawed life.
"The gates are wide open, for those who dare leave..." he said, voice and gaze distant, as if in trance still. Are shuddered a second time and blinked, awake by the virtue of the feeling of impending doom that came as he got closer to the spire. "I mean... Heill..." he said, stumbling as if the language had suddenly left his mind when he realized how close to both the spire and the pale stranger he had gotten.
