Chapter 69: Threads of Grief

"Aaaaargh!"

My grieving scream tore through the empty space, raw and guttural, but it didn't matter. The grief wasn't something I could outcry, couldn't outthink. It was a force beyond comprehension, a tide that surged through every fiber of my being. It clawed at my flesh, my mind, my soul, until all that was left of me was a trembling husk pressed to the ground beneath an unbearable weight.

The air around me felt like lead. The grieving gravity crushed down harder and harder, as if Alter Yadred was trying to grind me into the very fabric of this forsaken space. My body wasn't mine anymore. No matter how much I fought, how much I willed myself to move, the weight pinned me like a forgotten insect beneath a massive, uncaring thumb.

Crack.

The sound rang out like a death knell, echoing in the emptiness.