Ironfisted Rule

[Ashclout]

"Let's call it pretty, close our eyes,
and count to five!

1..
2..
3..
4..
5..

And if we've been good?
It should arrive!"

But, this time, the ritual is met with silence.

There was an attempt.

An attempt to take over the monster nation-- to take over the Mire. Sweet words coated in honey used to sway hearts. Promises and oaths made. Descriptions of thriving, powerful nation under the Abomination's rule, given to the inhabitants of the tainted world.

But, the Primordial and her chosen one saw through the lies, through the pampered up facade that was Claudette Vanreth. Yes, they both understood that this was no benefactor that had knocked at their door but The Parasite.

The Mire and its inhabitants were never the goal nor the reason for its visit. It was all a lie, a manipulation for the true dream they desired-- Nyx, the Mother, herself. There never was an attempt nor a desire to rule over the corrupted lands. No, it never was a battle for succession...

But an assault directed towards the Primordial herself.
She saw the threat and sought to destroy it.

But ultimately, Nyx failed.

The Unchained still lives somewhere in this world. Critically wounded, weakened, on the brink of death-- yet she knows it, they all know it. That they didn't defeat the abomination but only bought themselves a little more time to prepare-- prepare for the inevitable that will come to them. The one they called the Devourer would come back. Insatiable, it shall not stop until the world is consumed...

 Until Eternia is destroyed.

"Let's see how much time you can buy for Esshar.."

A monster Tyrant who acted as the sole wall between life and death. The leader of the Mire-- a hero in spite of himself. How ironic.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

It falls into a deep slumber.

Yes, for a time, the world is freed from its madness.

But don't get too comfortable just yet.. it is not over..

: )