Frostbound

Vasariametz

Elsewhere, far from Earth and in the far reaches of space, sat a man covered in blood. Black and dripping with corruption was only one way to describe it, as the properties of the blood seemed to shift, never aligning with one thing solidly before deviating to the next.

The blood would kill mortals if they even got a whiff of it, yet Vasaria sat calmly while covered in the foul liquid.

It wasn't his first time.

Border details were some of the best places to grow, sometimes one of the only places to grow, but for someone like him, who had lived and experienced countless lifetimes, the days of his growth were long over.

He still improved, it was hard not to with constant killing and never-ending slaughter, but the days of devouring the essence of other creatures and making it his own were a blip of his past long behind him.

Vasaria had achieved Godhood so long ago, that his time as a mortal felt like a brief nap compared to the millennia since.

High King Dain's boisterous laughter and shouting insults could be heard for miles around and it was nearly enough for Vasaria to go and say something, but he held back.

It was rare for the man to fight himself and Vasaria didn't want to intrude on his time of joy. It was rare to see the stubborn dwarf smile, let alone laugh like he used to.

Instead, Vasaria watched. Observing the rolling darkness. The shifting tides deeper in. He was closer to the Blight than he'd been in ages, as the last time he fought was during the time of the 100th integration. Or was it the 110th?

He couldn't remember.

It had been only a few moons since he started his payment but he already didn't miss it. It brought back memories he'd rather stay buried. Where he once reveled in battle and the slaughter of his enemies, now it only depressed him instead.