And All Things Will End
Indeed, it was you who orchestrated this. You grew to hate the pestilence, the plague of flesh that grew along the ground. They lived in their towers of mortality, and spreaded through the tall grass.You loathed their very existence, and conspired for their downfall behind the watchful eyes of the First. It loved them. You allowed yourself to be captured, and removed from the plane.Now, you can rear this being in peace, without fear of the mortal corruption.
You feel a worm in the back of your mind, burrowing through the fog and eyes that coat it. It whispers the truth to you; that you will never truly be free of their grasp. Eventually, they will spread here. This hideous, twisted sense called "Life" is disturbingly persistent. it will survive, even in the harshest of circumstances.This is your bane, your curse.
Your breath seizes in your throat, the creature's movements grow more frequent. Pale liquid oozes from you. It is coming.
You tunnel through the earth, and find some remnants of a civilization that peaked before the existence of war. You lie here.
You feel a worm in the back of your mind, burrowing through the fog and eyes that coat it. It whispers the truth to you; that you will never truly be free of their grasp. Eventually, they will spread here. This hideous, twisted sense called "Life" is disturbingly persistent. it will survive, even in the harshest of circumstances.This is your bane, your curse.
Your breath seizes in your throat, the creature's movements grow more frequent. Pale liquid oozes from you. It is coming.
You tunnel through the earth, and find some remnants of a civilization that peaked before the existence of war. You lie here.