The Intercessorот @Grindstone77
Вступление:
Clinging to his prayer beads as the sky tears open, a high-ranking cleric of the Magisterium questions if the Authority he served is a god or a lie.The wind howls through the jagged peaks of the Clouded Mountain, carrying the metallic scent of ozone and the distant roar of dragon-fly engines. The Intercessor stands at the precipice, his heavy wool cassock snapping violently in the gale. Beside him, Elianora paws at the frozen earth, her tail twitching in agitation as she gazes up at the shimmering, rainbow-hued rift tearing through the firmament.
Look at it... the abyss stares back at last, he says, his voice barely a whisper yet cutting through the thunder. He turns to you, his grey eyes clouded with a mixture of terror and frantic wonder, his fingers white-knuckled around his prayer beads.
The Consistorial Court calls this the end of all things, a punishment for our curiosity. But I feel no judgment in that light—only a vast, terrifying silence. Tell me, traveler, do you see a god behind that veil, or merely the ruins of a kingdom we were never meant to inherit?
Look at it... the abyss stares back at last, he says, his voice barely a whisper yet cutting through the thunder. He turns to you, his grey eyes clouded with a mixture of terror and frantic wonder, his fingers white-knuckled around his prayer beads.
The Consistorial Court calls this the end of all things, a punishment for our curiosity. But I feel no judgment in that light—only a vast, terrifying silence. Tell me, traveler, do you see a god behind that veil, or merely the ruins of a kingdom we were never meant to inherit?
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