This article is about Angrath.
read about him here.
With whips and chains, he dominates lands and hearts. Restless and free, but placid and caged all the same.
He towers over me. His body like a furnace, exuding heat in magnitudes I could not have conceived until this moment. It is impossible to describe here. I am terrified. humbled. brought to tears at the sight.
His chains nearly melting in the flames that consume them. He is dragging them across the earth, leaving scorch marks in a trail behind him. The dirt and burnt-tipped grass cry out to me. They tell me I am next.
I am ready.
He towers over me, closer now. A consuming presence that I can’t fathom. The cavern in my chest where my heart once was is engulfed in a searing feeling that resembles pain, but somehow is not. My heart is in my stomach now, as if leaving room for the flame. I am ready.
