“Is there another option?”
“I mean we are facing this massive threat!! ELDER DRAGONS! They’d annihilate us in seconds!”
“They have to help us…”
Well, apparently they do have a choice. Don’t forget we’re talking about this ancient race, one that has been around for aeons, and who have gathered wisdom beyond any of us.
The ranger Ares Streiste moved like a wisp through dense jungle terrain. Obstacles like low branches, tangling vines, mud and raised roots posed no threat to a ranger, and he had made the trip through this leg of the jungle many times. Without breaking his stride or catching his breath, he rounded corners and bounded over low vegetation deftly and endlessly.
Quick breathing – feet running lightly across the rocky trail coming down from the peaks – moonlight shining through snow-clad branches of the woods in Snowden Drifts. The worst part of the Shiverpeaks was behind him now; Frostgorge Sound and the frozen wastes, yet more imminent were his assailers. The wolves’ jaws snapped at his feet, seeking to pull him down so the pack could swarm him.
Tyria has changed, I can feel it in the air, I can taste it in the water. After the victory over Zhaitan, nature’s elements had calmed down for a while but as it appears, this didn’t last long. I sense the earth tremble, the air crushing me as it engulfs me in its frozen embrace.
I rised from my sweet nightmares and got up, full of dark energy, ready for a new night. I went to the bath and threw some water on my face, to wash away the sleepiness. I looked in the mirror and saw the Abyss in my black eyes. My long brunette hair seemed less in the reflection, as a sign of my real age, and the color of silver was now populating my beard.