03-12-2021, 01:31 AM
It was like the empty peering into the empty.
Nox ran to save people. A hero. One of the good guys. Ascendancy was close on the chase. Together, the two were strong enough to slice through the – what did Nox call it? – a fragment. A fragment of something bigger and badder.
The others probably assumed Jay followed. Howls met the offense of some of the most powerful channelers alive. Screams drowned the rest of what billowed ahead.
Finally, he walked. There was no hurry to his pace. Nothing especially lazy. Just a man walking toward horror as anyone might be. Then, when the screaming and scampering and noise fell silent, a shiver crawled up his spine. The emptiness was deafening.
He came around the corner to find quite literally a scene from a bad movie. There were body parts strewn about. Blood everywhere. Dead carcasses in various degrees of smolder. Ruin. The air stank of death and excrement.
His hand absently fell across his stomach for a moment. The stink of burnt flesh ripped lightning through his mind, but the recent memory wasn’t the disturbing part. It was something older. Something worse than torture.
When he came in, it was to Nox he approached first, offering the flask to someone who probably needed it more than he did. Almost anyway.
Nox ran to save people. A hero. One of the good guys. Ascendancy was close on the chase. Together, the two were strong enough to slice through the – what did Nox call it? – a fragment. A fragment of something bigger and badder.
The others probably assumed Jay followed. Howls met the offense of some of the most powerful channelers alive. Screams drowned the rest of what billowed ahead.
Finally, he walked. There was no hurry to his pace. Nothing especially lazy. Just a man walking toward horror as anyone might be. Then, when the screaming and scampering and noise fell silent, a shiver crawled up his spine. The emptiness was deafening.
He came around the corner to find quite literally a scene from a bad movie. There were body parts strewn about. Blood everywhere. Dead carcasses in various degrees of smolder. Ruin. The air stank of death and excrement.
His hand absently fell across his stomach for a moment. The stink of burnt flesh ripped lightning through his mind, but the recent memory wasn’t the disturbing part. It was something older. Something worse than torture.
When he came in, it was to Nox he approached first, offering the flask to someone who probably needed it more than he did. Almost anyway.
Only darkness shows you the light.