Advent of the Three Calamities
[From the Author of Author's POV...] Emotions are like a drug to us. The more we experience them, the more we become addicted. The hardest part is not letting them consume us. But it's already too late for me. I've already been swallowed whole. *** I had no knowledge of the game. I was meant to have died. And yet, I found myself in this situation. A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made. What the hell is going on? ...and who am I? *** Discord : https://discord.gg/PEbN7fc2ww
Low Seat of Madness [2]
Silence.
The large halls were shrouded in silence, every head bowed in submission before the figure that stood at the center.
It was as if the very air had changed under his presence.
No one dared to utter a single word, the air growing heavier with each passing moment, each breath feeling increasingly suffocating.
All High Seats found themselves swallowing hard, their minds questioning the same thing,
'Why is he here?!'
"That's not a hard question to answer."
Sithrus began speaking, his voice resonating softly through the hall, effortlessly reading the minds of everyone present.
"...Dreamist told me all about the situation. I had no choice but to interfere knowing Dawn's temper. He still seems to be in the dark regarding what you're trying to pull, and it is good that he doesn't."
Everyone was well aware of Dawn's temper.