[ The Darkness around the Raven strong hold…a realm shrouded in despair and helplessness ]
The mist here didn't just move…it breathed… like always.
Every coil of liquid black vapor slithered low, curling around the jagged bones that jutted from the ground like a graveyard's ribs.
Somewhere in the unseen heights above, the croak of unseen ravens rolled in like the steady melody of wind chimes. There was no other noise…
But then…there was the groan.
It was wrong here.Very wrong.
Because it was deep, guttural…and it was male as well.
This realm knew no male voice, had never tolerated one. Yet it came again, dragging low through the mist, fractured with pain yet like a roar, the sound cracking like thunder under strain.
"Hhh...argh…"
A chain rattled.
The sound was wet, metallic, dripping.
The black fog thinned for just a breath, parting like lips whispering a secret, and there…suspended in the center of a nest of writhing tendrils was…Alpha Thorgar.
