Act 4.4
Added 2021-08-31 21:35:34 +0000 UTCWhen darkness fell, 3 moons settled on the celestial vault, a sad peace is perceived in the wind, and although fear is not present, suffering and desolation of the souls that will be lost is predicted.
The guardian is made right under the arch that rests on the lake and begins to whisper, soon these become songs and then ritual.
"May the lost souls listen to my invocation and the willows of the forest cry their disappointment, may the eternal blue flame dance under this ritual and may the wind bring the withered echo of its power, may the dry leaves bathed in salt that today fall to the reflection from the ritual moon feed the roots of this new guardian willow” says the guardian with energy in his voice. From his feet, some flashes of light take shape and life and travel wandering over the waters forming the roots of a tree, voices and laments they sound everywhere and suddenly, thunder falls at the same time surrounding the lake, the branches of the suitable trees begin to rustle and the leaves fall… death has arrived.
to be continued...
