"I need your help…"
The words echoed through my mind, heavy and raw. My eyes remained shut, but my detection was fully extended, scanning the area in sharp, deliberate detail. Each raindrop that hit the ground rippled in my awareness, every shift in the air tugged at my senses. If sothing went wrong, I’d know.
I should’ve dissolved into mist by now. Or attacked. Instinct scread for action, my subconscious urging to move, to do anything but stand here like a fool.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Maybe it was the mist that had seeped into my subconscious, muting my emotions, or maybe it was sothing else entirely.. a hesitation born from curiosity or fear.
"In order for to trust your words…" I began, my voice steady, though the tension coiled slightly within . I let the words hang for a mont before continuing, "...I want you to close your eyes while I open mine."
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder.
"Done," the Roar replied at last, its voice a low, resonant vibration that shook the muddy ground beneath .
The ashen-gray sky overhead wept torrents of rain, the downpour battering the desolate landscape. Streaks of multicolored lightning
.. red, white, and yellow tore across the oppressive ashen darkness, each strike accompanied by a deafening boom that reverberated through the air.
Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.
The Roar lay before , its eyes closed as it had promised. Its massive, monstrous form lood over the ground, battered and broken. Dark blue acidic ichor oozed from deep gashes along its body, pooling in sickly puddles at its feet. Each labored breath it took rattled through the air like the final gasps of a dying beast.
"Why do you need my help?" I asked, my voice calm, unwavering.
"Please, sit," it rasped, lifting one mangled paw to gesture toward a nearby plank of desolate village wood half-buried in the mud.
"I prefer to stand," I replied, my tone colder than I intended.
The Roar chuckled weakly, the sound harsh and grating, yet strangely… human.
"Alright," it murmured, before continuing. "Yesterday, my pack and I were searching for the missing Alpha of the North pack. We scoured the lands, combing through every trace we could find, but there was nothing. No trail, no scent, no sign of him."
The Roar paused, its battered form swaying slightly, as though the mory itself weighed heavily on its broken fra.
"Our search ended at the palace of Yadred," it said finally, the na rolling off its tongue like a curse. "The forr prince.... The one who is now called Emperor of the Forsaken."
The ntion of Yadred sent a slight shiver through , but still, I kept my expression neutral.
"But sothing was wrong," the Roar continued, its voice trembling slightly. "Sothing that should never have started… Sothing that has already happened before but wasn’t supposed to happen a second ti."
My brows furrowed. "What shouldn’t have happened?" I asked, keeping my tone steady despite the growing unease in my chest.
"The rare celestial alignnt of Gotan," it answered, its voice heavy with dread. "A dance of darkness and light as the sun and moon clash in the heavens, their orbits aligning in a spectacle of chaos."
I opened my mouth to speak, to question what it ant, but before I could form the words, the Roar’s voice cut through the rain.
"Yadred is being reborn… by the System," it said, each word slow and deliberate, as though speaking them aloud solidified the terrible truth.
I froze.
The System.
That damned, incomprehensible unknown entity that governed this forsaken world. Its touch was everywhere, its rules binding even the strongest of beings.
The Roar paused, its breathing growing more ragged. "This ti," it said, its voice barely more than a whisper, "he will return as a full-fledged mber.... of the Void Hands."
A chill ran down my spine, colder than the rain that soaked my skin.
"And we…" the Roar continued, its voice cracking like splintered wood, "we will all be reborn with him."
Its final words hung in the air like a death toll, heavy and inescapable.
I stared at the broken creature before , my mind racing with questions I couldn’t voice. The rain pounded harder, the storm’s fury growing as though the world itself wept for what was to co.
***
I didn’t understand what he ant.
No, I refused to.
The revelation was too much, too vast, too incomprehensible to wrap my mind around. The very thought clawed at the edges of my sanity, threatening to unravel what little composure I had left.
"Are you trying to say… Yadred is going to be reborn?" I asked, my voice deceptively calm, each word asured.
"Yes," the Roar replied. "That’s what I ant."
The weight of those words hit , and before I even realized it, I was sitting down on the wooden plank he’d pointed to earlier.
"I thought you said you preferred to stand," the Roar said, a faint teasing lilt in his voice that clashed with the somber reverberations of his words. His closed eyes remained shut, but his tone betrayed nothing of humor. It rumbled low, shaking the muddy ground beneath us like an ominous warning.
I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. I sat straight, my back rigid despite the oppressive rain. The plank beneath creaked softly under my weight, its edges warped and worn by ti and dampness.
Looking directly at him, I broke the silence. "What happened to you?" I asked, my tone steady but my curiosity sharp. "What got you so badly injured?"
"I fought, I suppose…" the Roar began, his voice carrying a strange blend of pride and bitterness. "I fought soone greater than I, trying to protect my pack. But it was futile." He exhaled, the sound more like a labored rasp than a sigh. "I only survived because Geralda helped ."
"Geralda?" I asked,
"Yes," he continued, "She tasked to find you and tell you about this."
"Geralda…" I repeated inwardly, the na echoing in the recesses of my mind. Why would she send a Roar to find ? What ga was she playing?
Aloud, I asked, "Did she tell you anything else? Anything I should do?"
The Roar chuckled, though the sound was hollow and bitter. More of his dark blue ichor seeped into the mud, the acrid scent burning in my nostrils.
"No," he said, the hint of a smirk audible in his tone. "The warrior Geralda only said… you’ll decide for yourself."
I frowned, the edges of my frustration slipping through. What did that an? What did any of this an? My chest felt tight, the weight of the unknown pressing against .
"What do you think is happening right now?" I asked, leaning forward slightly.
"The war to stop Yadred’s rebirth…" the Roar began, his voice taking on a thunderous quality that seed to echo through the air itself, "…has already begun."
His words were punctuated by the heavens themselves.
The ashen-gray sky above erupted in a flash of chaotic brilliance, streaks of lightning tearing through the oppressive clouds.
A deafening CRACK split the air, followed by a resounding BOOM that shook the earth to its core. The ground beneath trembled violently, sending vibrations up through my feet and spine as if the world itself was bracing for what was to co.
And above it all, the rain poured harder, an unrelenting deluge that masked the fears I didn’t realize I’d shown.....
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