Eccar stared at the rift with his thoughts that now churning hard.
"What does it an? Who spoke to ? And why am I not supposed to be here yet?"
The voice — or whatever it was — had vanished and leaving him with a torrent of questions that only heightened his anxiety. Every answer seed just out of reach and taunting him. However, even in his fear and unease there was a pull and a compulsion that refused to let him leave.
The rift called to him and urged him closer.
"If it's calling for , why am I not supposed to be here?"
Eccar clenched his fists against the chains that bound him, his body taut with frustration and conflict. The desire to give in to the rift's pull battled with the warning that resonated in his soul.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Before he could wrestle further with his thoughts, the sound of footsteps broke the silence. Eccar's eyes snapped toward the figures in black coats who approached him.
He is a tall and gaunt man with sharp features, his pale face flat and emotionless. Despite the exhaustion visible in his every step after doing the ritual his eyes remained cold looking at him.
Eccar narrowed his gaze, he sighed. He don't want to tangled with anything now when his mind are still in ss.
"What do you want?" he asked curtly.
The man stopped a few steps away in front of him. For several long seconds he said nothing, simply staring at Eccar with those icy, unreadable eyes. The silence stretched until it began to fray Eccar's patience.
"Say what you want and get lost," Eccar snapped, his voice rising with his annoyance.
Finally, the man spoke, his voice low and devoid of emotion. "Do you rember anything about what your kind did to us?"
"No," he said simply. He didn't elaborate, his mind already burdened with too much uncertainty. He had no room for this.
The man's expression didn't change. But before Eccar could decipher his intentions, pain exploded in his chest as a kick landed squarely there and sending him hurtling backward. The chains binding him snapped taut, jerking him to a painful stop mid-air.
Gritting his teeth, Eccar gasped, struggling to catch his breath.
Before he could recover, an unseen force yanked him forward, dragging him back to his previous position. His body slamd against the cold ground with a dull thud and the man was on him in an instant. Without hesitation, he drove his boot into Eccar's face and pinning him down.
Eccar growled low in his throat, his fury bubbling beneath the surface. His instincts scread to fight back and lash out and just kill them, but his precarious situation held him in check. Read latest chapters at empire
This wasn't the ti. Not yet.
The man leaned closer, his expression still the sa as he spoke. "So, you're worthless. No more than a key to open the doorway."
Eccar just looking at him with mad eyes full of anger and said nothing.
The man straightened, pulling his boot away, and without another word he turned and walked back toward his place among the other avatars.
Eccar lay there, his breathing labored and his anger simring just below the surface. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man's retreating back.
"You'll pay for that. You'll be the first to die,"
Eccar vowed silently.
But for now, he held his rage in check, his focus shifting back to the rift.
The man in the black coat returned to his companions. His sharp features remained cold and no emotion. The others stood in a loose circle, their exhaustion evident in their postures and faces but they are still resolved to make this happen.
The rift lood before them and pulsating with energy that seed alive, its strange light casting erratic shadows across the tallic ground.
The figure in the crimson coat was the first to speak at this point. His sharp smile was gone, replaced by a scowl. "This rift seems unstable. We don't know what's on the other side and yet here we are, breaking ourselves to open it." He looked pointedly at the black-coated man. "Did your little talk with the Dragonborn give you anything useful, or was it a waste of ti?"
The black-coated man's cold eyes flicked toward him. "He knows nothing of value. He's just a tool—an anchor for the rift. After we open it, we just need to kill him."
The woman in the erald-green coat interjected with calm voicee. "The question is, what actually lies beyond the rift? We're gambling on revenge against a Dragonborn who defeated our gods, but what if there's more waiting on the other side? Sothing we're not prepared for?" Her piercing green eyes darted to each of them in turn.
"We have no choice," said the figure in the navy-blue coat. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his face tilted slightly toward the rift. "If we turn back now, we've wasted the rituals, the sacrifices we did and our strength. If the Dragonborn who defeated our gods still lives, we must find him and finish him and the only place to look is that rift."
"Finish what they couldn't," echoed the silver-coated woman. We're walking into the unknown, chasing shadows of an ancient defeat. Yet, it is what we must do."
"For justice," growled Krevak. His deep voice rumbled like distant thunder, and his golden eyes glowed. "Our gods and goddesses were slaughtered by those abominations. Their legacy was stolen and their power usurped. We carry their will and vengeance, and it is our duty to see it done. Don't forget about that now."
The crimson-coated man chuckled darkly. "And what if the Dragonborn isn't alone?"
Krevak stepped forward, his voice unwavering. "We will overco them. That is what we've always done!"
The erald-green-coated woman crossed her arms, she said. "Still, we need more plan that this. If this rift leads us to the Dragonborn or their allies, so be it. But we should be prepared for contingencies—unknown dangers."
The black-coated man nodded slightly. "The Dragonborn is our target. If he has allies, they die with him."
---
User Comments
0 comments from readers