"hey guys... is it or is the forest strangely silent..." asked Jas.
but no reply ca.
"guys..?"
no reply ca.
Jas took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
maybe they're just sleeping? Jas attempted to say, but quickly realised his voice never ca.
fear seeped into Jas' mind, but he continued to calm himself down.
sitting here and doing nothing would help no one... I'll at least attempt to get out of this forest...
as Jas took his first step, Jas realised everything went black. he couldn't see anything. and couldn't hear anything.
piecing red eyes peer from the folds in the darkness. a haunting presence covers the place.
a figure appears from the shadows. humanoid. yet haunting. skin made of liquid darkness. it's teethy grin cuts a slit from one corner of his face to another.
the only thing jas can hear is the figure's haunting footsteps.
all he can feel is the figure's suffocating presence.
"You should not have brought so many voices. We are jealous." said the figure using a million voices.
the figure walked slowly, before a sudden blur of movent took it's place.
the figure's ever changing fist connected with Jas' stomach.
"we are the silence that follows your thought."
the silence huh..? well i guess i just need to keep it loud in here... Jas attempted to joke. no voice ca, but the figure understood what he said anyways.
another hit to his stomach.
"We are I. I am we. You are neither."
hah. weirdo.
a hit to the jaw.
"A soul like yours should not wear a king's skin."
the figure held Jas' head in between his hands.
"Entropy rges. But We consu"
the figure reached into Jas' mind. the darkness blocking the other spirits turned into a painful pull.
not an i, not a we. then i shall be it.
the king's eyes glowed blood red.
the king reached up and plucked both of the figures hands off of him.
"a soul like yours should not touch a king's skin..."
the king punched. the world broke. cracks spread across the figure's body.
the darkness retreated back to the figure.
the king punched again. the world folded inwards.
the cracks pulsed with void.
another punch.
the space died.
half of the figure was no longer.
as the figure faded into the shadows. it managed to bark out the words "this shall not be the end. darkness is ever present..."
with the figure gone. the king collapsed.
as it did. a small figure caught it.
"rest well... my king." whispered Sven.
Sven clenched his claws around space, and folded it over him and the king.
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