bysmalbats's Literatures

“I heard,” Missy paused, looking around the room exaggeratedly. “That there’s been some unrest throughout the regions.”

Unrest? Amelia frowned. That couldn’t be right. The reports showed that everything was operating as normal- what unrest could possibly escape her sight?

Centuries after the departure of Et’en, something dark had taken hold of the land. The Sightless Plague, they called it- and Shambala’ha is unwittingly plunged into a new era, one without the guidance of the All-Mother’s children. Will Amelia, the Great Ruler of Yh’till, be able to keep her kingdom safe from yet another ill-fated tribulation? Or is this world fated for misfortune over, and over again?

The Veiled Eye lifts its lidded gaze, and the night quickly falls silent. Somewhere in the abyss, a tired soul yearns to reunite with old friends long gone.