Nebula Gravis

[Pherione]

[Itzal - Undran Tomb of Nigerautumnus ~ The Torn Gap ~ U-10]

Awake...
The perpetual dream had ended- unless this was a dream of course. He couldn't tell the difference anyway.
His heartbeat sounded through his head, his vision becoming blood red and black with every beat; the agonizing pain of an eternity in chains.
The wounds in his body started bleeding heavily as the curse binding him became weaker and weaker. The Undran Shard was breaking the spells, setting him free. The light clouding his mind was dissolving. The heartbeat became louder. Thum, thum, thum...no...this was something different. Someone was moving through the darkness of the tomb, the maze. The Undran shard had found a victim and now it was almost here.
Suddenly, Itzal felt an alarming presence; it was coming closer at great speed. It was a light, making him nervous. He breathed heavily, the agony got worse.
Itzal tore himself free without knowing it, the anchors chaining him through his flesh, he simply pulled them loose, creating deep gashing wounds. He landed on the cold, dusty floor and felt an excruciating pain, the remainder of that vile magic holding him there. Itzal coughed as he inhaled some dust. Free...