Page 1 of Obsidian and Frost

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~Velra~

Broken.

Tainted.

Wrong.

The surrounding darkness wanted me to know it.

It wanted me to feel the brutal, undeniable truth, and drink it down.

And the shadows swirling all around desired more than that.

They sought to bleed it out of me.

There was no ground beneath my feet—nothing solid—but I kept moving forward.

This place was nothing and everything.

I couldn’t turn back—there was nowhere to turn to.

That was long gone.

It had been for a while.

A chill sent a shudder through me.

And that was more than a little worrying, considering that I didn’t actually feel the cold.

I was that chill.

It was what I brought to everything I touched.

Everyone.

I stilled in my step—not everyone. There was one exception.

But he was gone now too.

As that thought resonated, the static darkness enveloping me came alive.

Swirling tendrils of shadow reached for me, drawing closer and closer.

Echoing screams reverberated all around me, a brutal cacophony of pain, judgment, and punishment.

“You were supposed to fall!”

“You are poison!”

“There is no place for you!”

“Kneel to your fate.”

“Fall!”

“Fall!”

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