After days of toil and suffering, the door to the castle smithy opened, and he appeared. Drenched in sweat, hair clinging feverishly to his skull, skin covered in ash and soot that had turned him black as night, he slowly approached the gathered company. With a glance at each of them with red and haunted eyes he lifted a leather bound bundle in his hand, and untied it. As one, they gasped and took an involuntary step back. A light shone with an inner hell. A power radiated that hinted of the undoing of them all.
"It is finished", he croaked in a harsh and oddly emotionless tone.
They gazed upon this thing they had ordered created, and knew they were close to the end. It was their last chance to save a dying kingdom, but one false move, and it could unravel every known universe. The Orb of the Undying.
It had begun. |
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