it’s been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.
“ How...bright. ” That voice - was it his own? Which ever, deep and grumbling, seemed off in the distance. Far away from his own ears that were tuned in to the sound of the heart beating in his chest. All had come crashing about. Destructive madness ensued in the utter chaos that roared. Seared in his ears; a miracle he’d not gone deaf.
A new Veil cast itself over the world. Blanketed all that had once been; suffocating. Within its intricate weaving had they all been trapped -- had they? How did he know for certain if they’d all been trapped? Dirthamen knew not where June was at the time it occurred. He’d been seated with Ghilan’nain, speaking wistfully on beasts she wished to create. Those little creatures that resided within her mind’s eye...And so perhaps - with good fortune - it was but the two who were concealed away. Soon the others would come...right...
A twinge of...what was it? Uncertainty? Fear? No. A god feared nothing. This new breeding of emotion was not one he had felt ever before. Instead of turning to face it, he turned to face Ghilan’nain. “ And how far up must one go to rid themselves of shackles so burdensome, vhenan? ”