A deep, thunderous rumble rose from within the heart of the purple fog forest and rolled outward, spreading across the vast expanse of the red and black mountains like an awakening omen.
The Remnant advanced toward the core of the purple fog forest, their pace unhurried and heavy, as though constrained by the decaying shell they inhabited — a withering body whose putrid flesh sagged and sloughed away, hanging from the neck down to the waist in rotting strands.
When they finally reached the forest's heart, they collapsed onto their knees and clawed at the dark, saturated soil. Blood-mingled tears streamed endlessly from their crimson, grief-stricken eyes, staining the earth beneath their trembling hands.
Shimmering, half-formed words seeped out through them as they searched with desperate resolve, as though seeking a long-buried truth.
