A flurry of tattered sheets slapped the tunnel surfaces, frantic footfalls scraping towards the source of banshee shrieks. A wheezing hiss echoed through the chamber once the decrepit Tar-heel stumbled inside.
‘SALAHKAR… ADOLVOGOS!! ADOLVO-…!’
The aether-well writhed and boiled before the old Salahkari priest, exhibiting previously unobserved characteristics in the animated fluid. The aether bubbled and burped, slowly calming into the typical still pool. Adolvogos, the Salahkari Champion, stood motionless in the center of the stilled turmoil. His oil-slicked scales sticky with tar-like substance.
'Salahkar, what have you done? Remove yourself, come here.’
Adolvogos stepped lithely towards Vikasucur’s outreaching talons, a slight tremor in his broken tail. The old Tar-heel peered closely to his champion’s face inspecting for any perceivable damages. Vikasucur twitched, locking eyes. Vikasucor could have sworn his heart skipped a beat in that moment.
'Your eyes. Golden eyes.’
In an otherworldy dual-tone voice, Adolvogos spoke truth:
'I have ascended.’
It’s never a good day when the Tar-heel, rivals of the aether guardians, the Sartuk, gain omniscient power. I’m watching the situation closely.
Just an update on what’s going on in my headworld, Aeris.
For those unfamiliar with the importance of the golden eyes (should be 99.99% of you, haha) – Golden eyes are the eyes of the gods.
This is the same Tar-heel mentioned in this post.
Are there any humans in your headworld?