Naavah Ora stared into the soul of Dunhă. It was dying. A presence lingered here with her, and it slowly corrupted the world.
The red grass swayed in the windless breeze, and that same breeze caressed her skin. Something wasn't right. In the distance loomed the city—a haven for all dead—bright and shining as ever, but still something wasn't right.
It was the missing whisper on the wind. It was the missing light in their eyes. It was the slow hiss that carried over the meadow and into the sky and turned her blood to ice.
And all she could do was watch as it slithered to the city at the heart of their haven and turned the dead against them.
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Darkened Light
FantasyA darkness slithers into the dead's haven and turns their spirits against the living. An elven mage who enters the realm of the dead at will... A runaway thief who cares only about the next treasure... The first male sacrifice who longs for a chan...
