Echoes from the broken world of Terrana
“Only a strange sound—like a million beating insect wings—filled the air. The crackling grew louder, then another storm of lightning flickered across the heavens. She rose instantly, bow in hand. Whatever was happening, it was not natural. If the sky had ever belonged to the gods, then surely this was their war.”
“Light streamed through fiber-optic windows atop a colossal dome, held aloft by four pillars rising twenty-five meters into the gloom, casting a celestial glow upon the ceremonial hall. Though the vast expanse was built to hold tens of thousands, only six living souls occupied the silence: the King, the Queen, their stalwart guardians, and himself. As he crossed the threshold, he realized that reaching their Majesties’ presence, especially at the measured pace of a ceremonial march, would take him well over a minute of long.”
“The band looked at each other. Clearly the trek had taken a toll, but the point Samgar made seemed to resonate with the group. Samgar’s eyes traveled between the men, observing each of them carefully.
“That being said, this seems like a good place to test your skills. Think of what you learned so far. Is this a good place to set-”
The young rider’s dark eyes widened the moment he saw the black void inside the swirling sands.
This storm devoured everything in its path. Lightning flashed within it, striking with a speed none of them had ever witnessed.
And yet not a single breeze touched their faces.
- “Back to the caravans!” he suddenly roared
