She had clawed her way FREE of this.
Survived the WITCHES,
escaped CAPTIVITY,
Endured a DECADE in their service
— and EMERGED,
battered and withered
for countless times
yet ……..….. ALIVE
She had escaped.
She had broken from them.
She had made it out of the mountain.
She had only needed to get down.
But now — she was back
Back in the tunnels
Back in. the. DARK
Back where their power pulsed and grew in silence
Back within reach
Back in THEIR. GRASP
The panic clawed deeper
Was she alone?
Where was the ork?
Was she — damaged?
Broken? Ripped?
Barbarthara turned inward. Forced herself to feel.
Yes — pain. But not sharp. Not seeping. A dull hum, steady, alive.
She was not crumpled on stone. Not sunken into snow. Not seized by ice.
Yet, she was held. She was … suspended.
Barbarthara tried to move — and felt them.
Thin threads ran around her body.
A net. Not rope.
Something finer, taut and silken.
Organic. Clinging.
Some threads had snapped with the force of her fall,
but the rest held fast, twisted around her torso and roots.
She dangled in their grasp,
cocooned in the dark, half-wrapped, half-bound.
NONONONONONONO NONONONO NONONONONO
NONONON O NONONONONONONONO NONONO
ONO NONONONOON ONONO
NONONO NONONONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONONO
NONONONOON
ONONONO STOP!
Stop! This was not the time to fall apart!
Barbarthara pushed back the rising scream. She was back, yes —
but as horrible as that was, it also meant one thing:
She knew this place — knew its kind.
The Albweiss Range was not just stone and silence.
It was woven with creatures of darkness.
She had clawed her way FREE of this.
Survived the WITCHES,
escaped CAPTIVITY,
Endured a DECADE in their service
— and EMERGED,
battered and withered
for countless times
yet ……..….. ALIVE
She had escaped.
She had broken from them.
She had made it out of the mountain.
She had only needed to get down.
But now — she was back
Back in the tunnels
Back in. the. DARK
Back where their power pulsed and grew in silence
Back within reach
Back in THEIR. GRASP
The panic clawed deeper
Was she alone?
Where was the ork?
Was she — damaged?
Broken? Ripped?
Barbarthara turned inward. Forced herself to feel.
Yes — pain. But not sharp. Not seeping. A dull hum, steady, alive.
She was not crumpled on stone. Not sunken into snow. Not seized by ice.
Yet, she was held. She was … suspended.
Barbarthara tried to move — and felt them.
Thin threads ran around her body.
A net. Not rope.
Something finer, taut and silken.
Organic. Clinging.
Some threads had snapped with the force of her fall,
but the rest held fast, twisted around her torso and roots.
She dangled in their grasp,
cocooned in the dark, half-wrapped, half-bound.
NONONONONONONO NONONONO NONONONONO
NONONON O NONONONONONONONO NONONO
ONO NONONONOON ONONO
NONONO NONONONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONONO
NONONONOON
ONONONO STOP!
Stop! This was not the time to fall apart!
Barbarthara pushed back the rising scream. She was back, yes —
but as horrible as that was, it also meant one thing:
She knew this place — knew its kind.
The Albweiss Range was not just stone and silence.
It was woven with creatures of darkness.
She had clawed her way FREE of this.
Survived the WITCHES,
escaped CAPTIVITY,
Endured a DECADE
in their service
— and
EMERGED,
battered
and withered
for countless times
yet .. … ….. ALIVE
She had escaped.
She had broken from them.
She had made it out of the mountain.
She had only needed to get down.
But now — she was back
Back in the tunnels
Back in. the.
DARK
Back where their power pulsed and grew in silence
Back within reach
BACK in
THEIR.GRASP
The panic
clawed deeper
Was she alone?
Where was the ork?
Was she — damaged?
Broken? Ripped?
Barbarthara turned inward. Forced herself to feel.
Yes — pain.
But not sharp.
Not seeping.
A dull hum, steady, alive.
She was not crumpled on stone. Not sunken into snow. Not seized by ice.
Yet, she was held.
She was ... suspended.
Barbarthara tried to move —
and felt them.
Thin threads ran around her body. A net. Not rope. Something finer, taut and silken.
Organic. Clinging.
Some threads had snapped with the force of her fall,
but the rest held fast,
twisted around her torso and roots.
She dangled in their grasp,
cocooned in the dark,
half-wrapped, half-bound.
NONONONONONONO NONONONO NONONONONO
NONONON O NONONONONONONONO NONONO
ONO NONONONOON ONONO
NONONO NONONONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONONO
NONONONOON
ONONONO STOP!
Stop! This was not
the time to fall apart!
Barbarthara pushed back the rising scream. She was back, yes —
but as horrible as that was, it also meant one thing:
She knew this place —
knew its kind.
The Albweiss Range was not just stone and silence. It was woven with creatures of darkness.
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