Scene Three
Even when you're gone I
Find that I'm still searching my mind
In my deepest dreams I
Dream that I may someday find you.
-Terathiel, 'Everything I've Known'
A dark-robed figure sat in the solitary throne, his face a shadow. The messenger sweated, anticipating his command.
"Speak," the bitter voice of the master grated.
"The rumours are true, my lord. From our sources within Nightsilver, and reports of our own, it is determined that, yes, the legions of the Dead God are rising."
A barely perceptible shift from the enthroned figure. "Must we fight?" he rumbled, tapping the blade leaning on his throne. "Can we fight?"
The messenger's eyes drifted to Demon Edge, and back to its wielder. "I do not think we have a choice, my lord. We are situated far too close to the Narrow Maze to simply sit out the storm, so to speak."
"I have seen death. It takes us all, in the end. Some sooner than others…
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