Mourning Tide
Author: Sage_Ryuuzen
last update2026-04-30 23:06:51

​The rain had stopped, but the world was still weeping.

I hovered there, looking at the two beings who had become my entire world in this godforsaken world. Gulp, my obsidian-clad brother, and Drako, the ancient engine of destruction. They were fading.

Their forms, sustained only by the chaotic energy of the Reservoir’s collapse, were thinning out like smoke in a gale.

​"I'm not leaving anyone behind," I muttered, my voice vibrating through the wet air. "System... do it. Integrate them in me.
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    ​"Oh no. Oh no!"​I woke up with a jolt, my entire body jumping as if I had been hit by something terrible. My wings, usually so light felt like heavy weights pinned to my sides. For a terrifying second, I thought I was back in the tunnels, staring down the silver rod of the Hunter, waiting for the cold sting of the end. ​Master. Master, what happened? Speak to us! Drako’s voice was like a low rumble of thunder, vibrating through my consciousness. Right beside it, Gulp’s tone cut through the fog of my panic. Calm your spirit, Master. You are safe. The hunters are far, and the cold needle is gone.​Their concern acted like an anchor, pulling me back from the edge of a nightmare. I took a shaky breath, feeling the air move through my tiny body. I wasn't dead. I was lying on a fold of fabric.​I tried to stretch my wings, but a sharp tug stopped me. My wings were bandaged.​It was an impossible sight. I was a mosquito, a creature so small that a human finger could crush me without ev

  • No...

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