Dragoslawa

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. 
When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again.

For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten.
It feels so cold in Ombrae.
Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children?
It is so calm in Ombrae.
Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise.
It is so warm in Ombrae.

The Prince of the Ombrae

<p>Zarkhaïm's body fell to the floor and followed a deafening silence. The notion of time disappeared. Talim was panting and Tarim was numb. Both were stuck in shock for no one knows how long. The pools of shadows behind them were agitated and waves were forming, menacing to overflow. The multiple faces and hands were like screaming at the dead king and trying to reach his body and wanting to devour him, to drag him amongst them.</p>

<p>The darkness formed their kind of snakes, ramping to Zarkhaïm's body. Tarim panicked as he thought they were going to destroy his corpse, he thought for a moment he would have to explain to Jäwell what happened and the fear of Jäwell's wrath was more intense than anything else at the moment. </p>

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