Rivertown: The Spin-Off (Part 36)

 

Me: Hiroshi and Kiyoshi were thrown into the dungeons after being tortured, and Oblivion's Whisper decided that they will venture to where Ayame is to pay her a visit

 

In the cold, damp dungeons of Oblivion's Whisper's fortress, Hiroshi and Kiyoshi clung to each other, their spirits battered but not broken. The air was thick with the stench of despair, yet their connection provided a glimmer of solace amidst the darkness.

Meanwhile, Oblivion's Whisper, adorned in a cloak of shadows, decided to descend upon Ayame's desolate mountain sanctuary. The eldritch entity moved through the realms with an unsettling grace, traversing the ethereal boundaries that separated the mortal world from the eldritch forces that fueled its malevolence.

As Ayame labored through another agonizing birth, the atmosphere in the temple became charged with a palpable sense of foreboding. The mysterious foxes and forest creatures, sensing an otherworldly presence, stood watch as shadows danced along the walls, heralding the arrival of the entity responsible for Ayame's torment.

Oblivion's Whisper materialized in a swirl of shadows, its form ominous and all-encompassing. The temperature in the room plummeted, and the very air seemed to quiver with its eldritch energy. Ayame, in the midst of her ordeal, felt an icy chill coursing through her veins as the entity loomed over her.

The eldritch god observed Ayame with a cold detachment, its eyes glinting with an otherworldly glow. There was no mercy in its gaze, only an inscrutable determination to perpetuate the curse it had woven into the fabric of her existence.

As the newborn cries reverberated through the temple, Oblivion's Whisper spoke in a voice that echoed through the chamber like a dark hymn. "Demigod, bearer of my progeny, your agony sustains the cosmic dance of retribution. Your bloodline shall birth my army, and you shall remain bound to this cycle until the stars themselves weep."

The entity's words hung heavy in the air, a grim proclamation of an unending cosmic struggle. In the dungeons far away, Hiroshi and Kiyoshi, unaware of the impending visitation, could only hope for a glimmer of salvation amid the shadows that gripped them.