Fort_Master_Gustav
As the lines faded, the tendrils spring forward like snakes, engulfing the Ambassadors head, he felt them feeling around in his head, in his thoughts, though oddly enough they did not seem to be searching for something specific but rather a mentals splace free of obstruction…
With the end of their probing, thoughts came, visions and whispers, words and madness, For but a brief moment filling him out…
...but it was different, different than with the mortals, for he was more.
Darkness engulfed his mind, the madness washing through it like tides, eyes staring from beyond his vision, the madness cradled his mind like a delicate crystal.
He saw images, images of the core opening, revealing untold horrors… and untold opportunities, structures fallen into disrepair, empires rising and falling to ruins, knowledge being lost, libraries crumbling, archives falling to dust, vaults filled with artifacts beyond mortal understanding and pathways to dimensions, heavens and hells alike, all coming to the surface of the galactic plains, but all coming with time.
Something seemed to be stirring in the core, something lingering from untold ages ago, not the Cult, something even older, biding its time, making its plans, moving its pieces.
Compared to what it was, even those like the Herald felt like children.
Another eye rose from the depths, uncaring, observing, submerged in primordial madness.
Time stood still, space ceased to be folding in on itself until it was no more, causality succumbing to it’s insanity. Colours which should not be noises that should not exist seemed to play, inverted to reality, somewhere behind his mind.
As Light and Darkness fall,
Chaos will rise.
Judgement will be passed upon the world by the abandoned and fallen,
rising from the ashes of forgotten empires.
The moment passed, the eye ceased to be without a trace.
The darkness and madness receded, leaving nothing but the lingering memories.
As his vision returned, the orb was gone, the beasts still stood there, twitching, observing, but only for moments.
It seems, they understood their task was done.
Without hesitation they turned around heading back to the rift, erupting into red mist before even reaching it, returning in thin red tendrils with the tear closing promptly behind them…
The massive tendril and the tear were gone.
He felt something in the distance, the core was roiling, deep beneath its surface, not the one his ‘brethren’ caused, but the one engulfed by whatever had lingered after the Cults' disappearance.
Something had been set into motion, something which would not be stopped, it was too late for that, the only way to endure it, was to move forward.
On the surface of the embassy, the Herald still stood on one of the plazas, staring at the sky with concentration whilst everyone else was brought to safety or preparing for the worst.
As the tear closed, he nodded, his expression unreadable, yet somewhat… hollow.
His head turned back down and with the next step he made…
He disappeared.
Whatever the future consequences of the whisper may be, for the time being it seems to have fulfilled its purpose, only time would tell which currents would move this world's fate in future.