Chapter 58
It floated there, distant in his sight despite the fact his eyes were closed. Sothing he should not see, yet sothing he could.
[Status: Afflicted]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
The boy couldn't rember when these had appeared, only that they had never gone away. For so reason, the boy felt the ssage mocked him. As if, by its very presence, the words were viciously waiting for sothing horrible.
As if they were only revealing themselves, because they took joy in his suffering.
It was a strange dream.
Floating words...
Terrible heat...
Distant voices...
Among the last, there were tis he could even hear his father.
Often, this was shouting, but the boy had heard his father's voice when it was but a whisper, as well. Caught in prayer, reciting words... The longer the dream stretched on, the more difficult it was for the words to an anything. Still, the boy had listened. Listened, and tried to rember.
Still, of all the things which might be known, or could be known, of all the things forgotten in the haze of heat and exhaustion: all that remained now were the floating words.
[Status: Afflicted]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
They dominated his thoughts for every waking second. Giving him no respite, for the exception of brief monts when different voices from his father's own would hover over him, and his body would take on a chill.
Not cold, not comfortable, but close...
As if a cool breeze, beneath his skin, moving through him. Each ti the chill ca, it brough with it, a fleeting sense of clarity.
Just monts ago, another had tried.
The chanting... the hymns... the fading away. The coolness of this lingered, but it was always the sa. The chill would leave him behind, but filled with a craving. Worse than a hunger, much like a thirst- but neither. It left him with a wanting for what he could not have, but more than anything: the boy wished not to be alone.
Alone with the dream.
Alone with the ssage.
[Status: Afflicted]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
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Alone.
Tired... he was tired... and so warm... so horribly warm...
He was-
Cold.
Hey, kid.
There was no chanting, there were no hymns, but in his mind: there was a voice.
Colder than anything he'd felt before. Slowly, it was wrapping about his thoughts.
I don't know if you can hear , but I want you to know: you did good.
The sensation was so strong now, it burned.
As if ice set afla, it scorched him, through every painful beat within the ribs of the boy’s chest.
Higher, and higher: it built.
[Status: Afflicted] - [Resisting]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
The ssage flared, as if in anger.
The boy could feel it, howling in silence.
[Status: Afflicted] - [Resisting] [!]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
I’ll get you all patched up, eating appals in no ti.
[Status: Afflicted] - [Resisting] [!]
[Vengeance of The Mountain]
If sothing goes wrong, though- if I start acting weird.
Weirder...?
If that happens, I’m going to need you to repeat something.
Just in case, I want you to repeat after :
[Status: Afflicted] - [Resisting] [!] [!] [!]
[Venge-
[All Hail The Tiny Snake God]
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