"London Bridge is falling down,"
"Falling down,"
"Falling down…"
The haunting melody broke through the darkness of the cave, each note echoing off the stone like the whisper of death itself. The air hung heavy with ash, damp rot and something older… something watching.
And in the cave laid Kael Throne, the once mighty Councilman. Kael coughed violently as he slumped against the jagged rocks. Blood streamed from his mouth. One arm gone. Skin burned beyond recognition. His left eye was gone, the right one barely holding focus. He had escaped death by sacrificing everything yet even now, fate refused to show mercy to him.
The voice continued to hum, growing clearer with each step forward.
Then,
Silence. Bootsteps echoed.
Kael's remaining eye widened in disbelief as the figure emerged from the shadows. He froze. The recognition struck him like a dagger.
"…You," he growled.
His voice was broken but it was laced with pure hatred. "You…"
