(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Chapter 116
I stood on the rooftop of the Fortress of Regrets.
The sky above me was not the bleak void I had known. It boiled with a
purple-gray mist, and sickly lightning green as the plague cracked among it.
With each boom the clouds were illuminated with pale and ghostly light,
and I saw that they were not clouds at all.
Shadows. Countless shadows seething in the distance, drawn to the Fortress
and waiting for their vengeance. They flew in a whirlpool of black and gray,
and the thunder was their keening. In the center of it all something
materialized, and I knew it was my foe. The creature that had sent the
shadows against me, the one who had hounded me through all my lifetimes,
the one that kept my mortality prisoner.
It was armored in green strands, pulsing like veins. Its organic form centered
on a core glowing with a blinding light, and through its helm the creature's
eyes blazed with cold fury. It descended, coming to face me at last.
across all of existence.
it boomed, and its voice seemed to thunder
Flames burst around it, and the regrets crooned to me, lapping at my boots
as I strode forward.
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Curst was still recovering from the shift. Former Anarchists and former
conspirators alike were working together to clear the rubble and dig bodies
from beneath toppled buildings. Occasionally a sharp cry would sound from
beneath the stones, and the survivors would band together to save the poor
sod trapped beneath.
"Please..." he sobbed, and the man's voice was barely audible. He was
growing weaker with each moment, "I'm so... tired..."
"Tell us about your surroundings again. What do you see? What do you
feel?" An'izius shouted.
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