Ren felt his blood run cold.
His heart was about to jump out of his mouth as the candescent star lowered itself, leaving the embrace of the sky—falling like a death omen over the mortal realm.
The effulgent orb took away his breath... not only figuratively but literally too. The searing heat had become unbearable. He shut his eyes tightly as the radiance of the star enveloped everything.
Drowning the world in pale ambience, Ren was right under it. Below him was the abyssal maw of a heinous sandworm in its ascent. Lost in bloodthirst, it had become mindless, losing any shred of sanity. For it, all that mattered was to get to its prey.
Was the same true for Ren? Was he in acquiescence to his fate as much as the vermin beneath him? Had he not done enough... or had he? What was the point if the world itself rejected him openly, throwing him into the jaws of death one after another?
