He smirked as the lift opened, which would take him about sixty five flights down placing him at the earth. When he came upon the first floor, numerous men were hard at work. Smelting, crafting, engineering the future of his Warcraft.
No man, no soul, or body. Would stop what was understood to Eternal Nightmare. The spot stained walls, now caked in a dark grey paint to hide the attack from the Rune Knight felt so long ago.
Erebus stopped, bending his knee in the corner. He felt it again. The pain of loss— the infinite hell of empathy. The human nervous systems answer to stress.
Erebus wished he was a daemon or a monster— in reality. He was a man. Perhaps the worst monster of them all was an emotional one. Regardless, he understood his role and his assignment. He would carry out Eternal Nightmare’s goals at whatever the cost to his person.
A few men noticed the Guildmaster coming to his side. He casually waved them away, not interested in divulging but perhaps he would go slaughter some graveyard zombies until he felt better.
187
523/1500
Last edited by Erebus Gresham on Sat Oct 01, 2022 9:19 am; edited 2 times in total