It was day, but in the shade of the One Tree there was no sun, only an endless blackened trunk that rose to the sky. A mesh of gnarled roots thick as normal trees, sprang from the earth, surrounding the trunk for miles. The only light was the faint white aura encompassing the man's form. If not for the Power there would be only darkness, and he would be blind. Emanating from all directions, a constant wailing filled his ears as if the earth itself was in torment. Branches wafted toward him, although the air was still, snapping like breaking bones as they uncoiled to grasp at him, then withering away the moment they brushed his aura of white light.
He had traversed the maze of roots for days to reach his destination, so far he had remained unmolested. But he sensed that was about to change.
Everywhere he looked with his large wide eyes he saw them dangling from the One Tree, filling the branches like leaves. Mouths agape as though wordlessly screaming, their eyes of white and gray stared blankly into the darkness, meanwhile their skin constantly rippled as though swarms of maggots feasted beneath. Though in truth, it was the tree itself beneath their flesh. Unable to compel the elves in the Undeath, the tree now grew within them. Its vines fusing as one with muscle and bone. .
"I bring you a message," the man said, the words whispered through thin lips.
"Speeeeeeak," the hanging elves moaned as one.
"You're end is upon you. You will fail."
His message sent, the light vanished.
The last thing Anon saw was the branches, reaching out like fingers to grab hold of him then pierce his flesh. He watched the earth receding from his feet and then there was only darkness and pain.
"No, Anonnnnn. It is you who shall faillllllll!"
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