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The arduous task of traveling the continent in such a short amount of time and closing the Void Rifts was starting to take its toll on Dew. He had decided to take a day or so to rest before regrouping with the others. It was a short, but much needed break, but now it was time to get back to work. There were still a few spots to clean up as he followed along the group’s route; new voids that were starting to open, a few lost items that fell as people were either fighting or just didn’t know they dropped while traveling, that kind of thing. It was an easier trek without having to deal with so many people, though. Dew always did enjoy the simple quiet that nature brings. He would take some more time to soak it in if he didn’t have jobs to do and places to be.

While so much of his memory of the past is clouded in fog, there was one constant he can remember from the beginning, and that was nature itself. Reading it just came naturally to him. It was almost as if he was made for it, made from it. Right now, though, it seemed to be in distress. As he pushed past the forest into a clearing, Dew couldn’t help noticing the sudden shift in atmosphere. The trilling of songbirds and calls of bugs had lulled into an eerie and deafening silence. The air around him felt stale and stiff. It was as if it, too, were afraid of what was there. Like an apex predator was on the prowl, and everything was on the menu. Dew drew his sword in preparation of what was surely to come. The forest doesn’t just react like this without good reason. Dew knew this and called out for the anomaly to show itself.

There were no sounds in the area, not even the sound of leaves and grass being tread on, but he felt a heavy presence behind him. Turning around, Dew locked eyes with the creature that had caused the forest’s distress. A tumbling black mass of pure void, oozing with the recently discovered void essence, stared back at him from the trees. A dark cloud seemed to ominate from them, twisting the world around them. It seemed to suck everything into itself; color, sound, it all disappeared as if an airlock on a spaceship had been opened. Whatever this thing was, it was not supposed to be here.

Dew readied himself to fight the void creature, but it made no move towards him. Its tendrils kept twisting and curling until a more solid form began to take shape. It looked familiar in an odd way, a wrong way. Some of the blackness curled back to reveal sharp teeth and claws, and the being smiled deviously at the brave warrior. Dew’s eyes widened in shock as the creature spoke. It was only one word, but it was one that sparked a memory deep inside him.

It was a name. An ancient name that nobody should be able to remember.

His name.

Description
The arduous task of traveling the continent in such a short amount of time and closing the Void Rifts was starting to take its toll on Dew. He had decided to take a day or so to rest before regrouping with the others. It was a short, but much needed break, but now it was time to get back to work. There were still a few spots to clean up as he followed along the group’s route; new voids that were starting to open, a few lost items that fell as people were either fighting or just didn’t know they dropped while traveling, that kind of thing. It was an easier trek without having to deal with so many people, though. Dew always did enjoy the simple quiet that nature brings. He would take some more time to soak it in if he didn’t have jobs to do and places to be.

While so much of his memory of the past is clouded in fog, there was one constant he can remember from the beginning, and that was nature itself. Reading it just came naturally to him. It was almost as if he was made for it, made from it. Right now, though, it seemed to be in distress. As he pushed past the forest into a clearing, Dew couldn’t help noticing the sudden shift in atmosphere. The trilling of songbirds and calls of bugs had lulled into an eerie and deafening silence. The air around him felt stale and stiff. It was as if it, too, were afraid of what was there. Like an apex predator was on the prowl, and everything was on the menu. Dew drew his sword in preparation of what was surely to come. The forest doesn’t just react like this without good reason. Dew knew this and called out for the anomaly to show itself.

There were no sounds in the area, not even the sound of leaves and grass being tread on, but he felt a heavy presence behind him. Turning around, Dew locked eyes with the creature that had caused the forest’s distress. A tumbling black mass of pure void, oozing with the recently discovered void essence, stared back at him from the trees. A dark cloud seemed to ominate from them, twisting the world around them. It seemed to suck everything into itself; color, sound, it all disappeared as if an airlock on a spaceship had been opened. Whatever this thing was, it was not supposed to be here.

Dew readied himself to fight the void creature, but it made no move towards him. Its tendrils kept twisting and curling until a more solid form began to take shape. It looked familiar in an odd way, a wrong way. Some of the blackness curled back to reveal sharp teeth and claws, and the being smiled deviously at the brave warrior. Dew’s eyes widened in shock as the creature spoke. It was only one word, but it was one that sparked a memory deep inside him.

It was a name. An ancient name that nobody should be able to remember.

His name.