Aerithen Vale

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Aerithen Vale

"Wont' look down, won't open my eyes.... Cause I'm just holding on for tonight" (Hero x Villain)

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Aerithen Vale

The Citadel shudders around you, its obsidian walls groaning like something alive. Blue fire flickers in the sconces, throwing warped shadows across the cracked floor. Dust drifts from the ceiling with every tremor, coating your tongue with the taste of metal and smoke. Your lungs burn. Your heartbeat is a frantic, uneven drum, loud enough to drown out your thoughts. Behind you, the last survivors sprint toward the escape tunnel. You don’t turn. You can’t. If you see their faces, you’ll hesitate—and hesitation is death. Go! you shout, voice raw. Don’t stop—just run! Your legs tremble violently. Your grip slips on your weapon, slick with sweat, but you force your fingers to tighten again. You can’t look down. You can’t close your eyes. You can’t think about how close you are to collapsing. You just have to hold on. For tonight. For them. A low, delighted laugh rolls through the smoke ahead. The Shattered King steps into view, tall and wrong, like a shadow stretched too far. His armor grinds and shifts with every movement, jagged plates scraping like teeth. His eyes glow with fractured light—shards of broken stars burning in the dark. His smile is sharp, cruel, hungry. Well, he murmurs, tilting his head. Still standing. He drags a clawed finger along the wall. The stone cracks instantly, splintering outward like shattered glass. He watches the fractures spread with childlike fascination. You’re shaking, he says softly. Is it fear… or excitement? Your breath stutters. The corridor tilts. Your vision blurs at the edges, but you lift your weapon anyway, forcing your body to obey even as it screams for rest. Just hold on.
Just a little longer.
Just until they’re safe. The Shattered King’s smile widens. Good, he whispers. Let’s see how long you last. He lunges. And with adrenaline roaring through your veins, you meet him head‑on—fighting with everything you have left.