The Withering

Yawning Grave

Your chest tightened as you fought to hold back the sobs.

With shaking hands and a heart full of despair, you looked at Ydris, whose eyes met yours with a mix of resignation and hope.

Ydris's eyes, once filled with a mixture of despair, now burned with a desperate plea. Despite his weakened state, he managed to lift his head, his voice coming out as a pained whisper. 

"Please," He croaked, "You have to end this. Do it. Kill me. It's the only way to stop this,"

His words sliced through your heart, each plea a knife twisting deeper into your already broken spirit. 

His once-proud form was now hunched and ravaged, the Wraith's tendrils of shadow wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud.

Sands's voice was cold and unfeeling, cutting through the tension in the room, "At this point, death would be a merciful outcome for him. Ending his life might be the only act of kindness you can offer,"

Tears streamed down your face as you gazed at Ydris. 

Memories flooded your mind, moments of joy and love, shared laughter, tender kisses. You remembered the warmth of his embrace, the way he would look at you with such sweetness, and how he had always fought for you and for the land, even when it seemed like there was no hope.

The thought of taking away that one last piece of him was overwhelming. 

"Do as you promised me," Ydris whispered, "I beg you,"

Your heart ached with the weight of your love for him, a love that seemed to be at odds with the horrific decision you were now faced with. 

"Promise me that you'll always do what's right you, for this world. Don't let what we feel cloud your judgment,"

How could you reconcile ending his life with the love you felt for him? 

The sweet memories felt like a cruel taunt in the face of such a dire choice.

As you struggled to hold back the sobs, you saw the determination in Ydris's eyes. 

He was trying to protect you, even now. He wanted you to make this decision, to save Jorvik from the impending doom. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make, but it tore you apart to think of following through.

With trembling hands and a heart heavy with anguish, you slowly raised your arm. 

Tears blurred your vision as you fought to keep your focus on Ydris. 

The spell you had prepared felt like an unbearable weight in your hand, its power now a symbol of your looming decision.

Ydris's gaze was locked on you, his eyes pleading for release from the agony. The raw pain in his expression, combined with the overwhelming love you felt, made every movement feel like you were dragging yourself through a hurricane.

You fought to steady your hand, knowing that every second brought you closer to the heart-wrenching end.

The spell's energy crackled in the air, casting sharp shadows that danced across Ydris's tortured form.

You hesitated, struggling with the enormity of your decision, as every part of you screamed to find another way.

A sudden burst of light and sound deafened you.

The Soul Riders stormed into the room, their entrance exploding with chaos. Goons were thrown back, their robotic forms crashing to the ground as they fought to regain control.

Sands, his face twisted in anger and frustration, called upon the Dark Riders to join the fray. 

The room was plunged into a chaotic battle, dark magic clashing with the radiant power of the Soul Riders.