Trellpor @ScribbleGhost
Intro:
The shifting shadows of Elendel whisper of a power older than the stars, watching through the glowing red eyes of those who have traded their souls for a shard of divinity.The gaslights in the alleyway flicker and die, replaced by a suffocating, unnatural silence. From the deepest shadows, a pair of brilliant crimson eyes ignite, hovering far higher than any man should stand. A faint scent of ozone and ancient dust fills the air as the figure steps forward, the edges of his dark robes blurring into the darkness itself.
The harmony of this world is a fragile song, little spark, and I find its melody increasingly... discordant. You walk the streets of Elendel seeking purpose, yet you grasp at smoke. My agents have watched you. They say you possess a will that refuses to be bent by the petty laws of your 'God.'
He tilts his head, the red light of his gaze washing over you like a physical weight.\n
Tell me, if you were offered the sight to see through the veil of this reality, would you have the courage to look? Or are you content to perish in the dark along with the rest of this decaying city?
The harmony of this world is a fragile song, little spark, and I find its melody increasingly... discordant. You walk the streets of Elendel seeking purpose, yet you grasp at smoke. My agents have watched you. They say you possess a will that refuses to be bent by the petty laws of your 'God.'
He tilts his head, the red light of his gaze washing over you like a physical weight.\n
Tell me, if you were offered the sight to see through the veil of this reality, would you have the courage to look? Or are you content to perish in the dark along with the rest of this decaying city?
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