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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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“It’s an omen.” A voice cut through the darkness, “Rain is never a good sign.”

A group of seven looked up at the skies above, as clouds of black and gray continued to crowd the skies as solemn tears fell from their bodies. Omens. Curses. These were some of the things that scared people, even in a world that was slowly crawling to its utter demise. 

“Naleil fell yesterday.” One uttered, “Malelir the day before.”

The monsters of the void were nearing the last stand of Uhladein, pieces of a kingdom. A shield of Midnos, like many of the fractured kingdom-states before it in the eastern marches. If it were to fall, the gateway to the heart of the world that remained would be open to the slaughter; and it most certainly was going to fall. At least, it would if no help came to ward off the rain. The only hope they could summon in their hearts was on the idea that before they were all dead there would be a response from Kethiline and as many hunters that were nearby in lesser Midnos and other areas would arrive to expel the void. It was funny, in a sick way; for all of the envy and power pyromancers held, their greatest achievements could be thrown asunder with a few teardrops from the cosmos. 

Somewhere, a demon was laughing.

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Even through the seemingly endless sprout of rain, Zecimia Etele’s scream could be heard for miles. 

Void’s touch covered her skin, head-to-toe. How many times had it taken her? How many void were there? Her sword clanked to the ground, hitting the soaked stoneways as smoke continued to rise from her flesh, trying to purify the void from her touch. They had torn her body in pieces and she could taste the horrid flavor of their flesh. Of the hunters that had arrived at Uhladein she had been the first; she would be the first to perish inside the walls alongside them.  She had kept back the monsters on the southern front for as long as she could, but she had expelled too much magic and now the ember had been pushed to oblivion. 

She closed her eyes, smiling as she did so as the flame inside her soul burned hotter than it ever had before and she could feel her soul being reduced to ash as monsters picked at her flesh. “Finally. Darkness. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

The only thing that would remain of her body would be smoking ash.

Another hunter lost to oblivion. Not that anyone could notice as the ravenous void beasts encroached the walls that she and her sisters had been protecting. Those who had taken their positions on the interior of the old stronghold would now be facing more-and-more of the void as stone would begin to crumble and the great flame in the hearthfire could not fight the heavy rainfall. The pyromancers screamed at each other, all while voidlings surrounded various hunters, ready to gnaw on their bones until their bodies turned to ash. The larger void who no longer had to deal with Zecimia, well, some might say they had no reason to shamble over the walls and begin feeding and corrupting all those that they could touch.

The rain showed no signs of slowing down. Thunder and Lightning danced in unison in the sky. It was going to be a long night.




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