The Seer was looking at the vast valley below.
He couldn’t help but feel that old sense of foreboding as he heaved a weary sigh.
It has indeed been ages since he last saw this desolate place.
To see and be hollowed by its malicious beauty is one thing, to be reminded of how it came to be is a whole different, if not forbidden, wretched thing.
A familiar chill crept up his spine as he began his long descent.
A dreaded feeling.
Gripping tighter and tighter at his beating core.
Tearing its way into the hidden splinters of his precious mantras.
It cannot be stopped now.
No new strength could slow its inevitability.
Wrecking havoc in its path, it bellowed a frightening growl.
The Caged man has stirred.
His closed eyes whirling behind the facade of their lids.
Teeth gnashing, his breath fastens, growing deeper and deeper with each passing second.
With the inevitable crack of vision, he opens his eyes as they automatically bathe in old, seething, hatred.
His pupils dilate as he lets them adjust to the darkness of his sanctuary.
A steady stream of anger builds up in his weary chest, they escape through his flaring nostrils as visible strands of loathing.
He bellows an anguished growl.
A familiar, anguished growl.
He has stirred.