An era of strife sweeps Hallownest. The six great nations have established their borders, and disputes over control of land are becoming more frequent. The great warlords will not give ground under any circumstances, in a constant fight for supremac...
True to his word, the ghost left the kingdom of the mosses, and entered the darkest areas of the Green Path. Dark caves that passers-by would never use, as rumors of dangerous creatures surrounded these lush lands. Rumors that Ghost himself seemed to ignore. Or maybe... he was part of said rumors.
The warrior walked and walked without rest. Each area was darker than the last, and we were already beginning to see strange rock formations that would have forced any sufficiently sensible insect to retreat. But not Ghost. Quite the opposite. Nothing seemed to stop him from reaching his destination.
Finally, he found himself in an area much darker than the previous one, where the sunlight that entered the caverns seemed to be absorbed by the abundant vegetation that plagued the place. The forest of leaves and roots was so dense that anyone who did not know the place could get lost without much effort. But Ghost's path led him toward a protruding wall of vegetation, which, when pushed aside, revealed a wonderful sight.
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A beautiful autumn landscape was revealed before his eyes, but that was the natural coloration of the area he was in. Beautiful sunset-colored leaves that rose above a beautiful lake with calm waters. A modest wooden bridge led to a temple forgotten by the natives of those lands, but even so, it remained in perfect condition.
Despite its timbers being more than five hundred years old. Even older than the Wyrm Emperor himself. A beautiful three-story temple, with its hipped roofs perfectly symmetrical in all directions. One that had to be accessed by climbing a gentle staircase made of natural stone from the area.
The air in this place was pure and full of life. The sounds were delicate, with the relaxing splash of a small waterfall being the only thing that really broke into the majestic silence. A haven of peace and tranquility.
Ghost took his first step into the temple, and his feet encountered a smooth layer of whitish stone that surrounded the place, at the same time he cleaned the soles of the visitors. By the time he placed his foot on the wooden floor, there was no longer a trace of dirt under his feet.
His steps echoed in the serenity of the place, and his silhouette was reflected on the paper that separated the silent interior from the peace outside. And finally, he delicately slid the door that would lead him to the empty place. An ancient temple, where the light of the candles illuminated just a couple of objects, in front of a soft bamboo tatami. One upon which Ghost sat, and waited.
The ghost closed his eyes, and his mind drifted into peace and silence. The scented candles had a seductive smell. One that called for calm and meditation. A sanctuary to free the mind and let thoughts flow. Thoughts that would shake his already poor corrupted mind.
Ghost squeezed his already closed eyes, his teeth grinding. In his mind, those images of the bloody night were repeated over and over again, like a broken record that never finds its end. Voices filled their heads. Screams of sadness and pain. Screams ordering him to run for his life. His breathing became erratic, his body began to sweat from fear and desperation. And instead of finding the peace he longed for, he only found sadness and the pain he was unable to forget.
