Siverra's mind was a flurry of activity as he worked tirelessly, manipulating the earth and stone with practiced ease. He wove intricate patterns with his hands, imbuing the material with a magical force that strengthened and solidified the structure. The dirt and rocks shifted and swirled in a hypnotic dance, responding to Siverra's every command.
The process was grueling, requiring intense focus and concentration, but Siverra refused to give up. He had worked tirelessly for weeks, perfecting his skills and honing his craft, and he was determined to see it through to the end.
As he worked, Siverra's eyes flicked around the cavern, taking in every detail of his surroundings. The walls were rough and uneven, with jagged rocks jutting out at odd angles. The air was musty and thick with the scent of damp earth, and the sound of his movements echoed through the chamber like distant thunder.
Siverra paused to wipe the sweat from his brow, surveying his handiwork with a critical eye. He had dug out a sizable area, creating a space that would serve as his home for the time being. The walls were thick and reinforced, with several branching hallways leading to other parts of the cave.
"Finally finished," Siverra said with a deep breath of satisfaction. "I dug out one large area and a few hallways leading up to a Treasury. I don't plan on being here too long, but it's good to keep my things safe."
With a deft leap, he landed in the center of the cavern, his eyes closing as he entered a state of deep contemplation. His thoughts drifted through the void, unfettered by the constraints of the physical world. His mind expanded and contracted, reaching out to the farthest reaches of the universe and beyond.
As he meditated, the world around him faded away, replaced by a sea of pure energy. The strands of mana coiled around him like serpents, pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Siverra reached out and touched the threads, feeling their power course through him like a jolt of electricity.
Before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap. He lay there motionless.
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Somewhere far away
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A skeleton known as the Lich King's bony fingers tightly gripped his staff as he scanned the desolate wasteland with a furious scowl. His eyes, black pits of hatred, darted back and forth as he raged on, his thin lips peeling back in a snarl. The air was thick with tension as his army of skeletal minions trembled before him, knowing full well the consequences of failure. The very ground shook with the force of his rage.
"Where is my toy? Where is he hiding?" The Lich King bellowed, his voice echoing across the barren landscape. "He has returned, and I must have him under my control. I will not tolerate his defiance any longer!"
The Lich King had been hidden away for centuries, waiting for the day when the Divine Skeleton would return. He knew that something had caused this event, and he was determined to discover what it was. He licked his lips hungrily, the mere thought of the power he could wield as a Divine Skeleton sending shivers down his spine.
"Go and find the Divine Skeleton!" he ordered his minions, his voice like thunder. "If you fail, I will kill you and any living descendants you may have. Do not return until you have brought him to me!"
The Lich King's minions bowed their heads in fear and scurried away, their bony legs clattering against the ground. The Lich King watched them go, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. He would stop at nothing to bring the Divine Skeleton under his control and use his power to crush all those who stood in his way.
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Siverra POV
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'What is this?' Siverra asked, bewildered as he gazed around him. 'There are flashing colors...now there are kids playing...I feel a longing to be here. Is someone calling my name? Is this where I belong?'
As he walked towards the source of the sounds, he heard a faint whisper that sounded like his name being called. Siverra felt an inexplicable connection to this place, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
Suddenly, the dream shifted, and Siverra's mind was transported back to a traumatic event from his past. He was a war veteran, and he remembered returning home as one of the only survivors. The sky was filled with bright flashes, and people were screaming his name. Overcome with joy, he was finally able to reunite with his children.
But just as suddenly as it had started, the dream shifted again, and he found himself in his old home. 'What the...' he muttered, confused. As he looked around, he saw a man enter the room and move towards his wife.
'No!' Siverra yelled. 'What are you doing here? Get out!'
The man ignored him and moved towards Siverra's wife. 'No!' he screamed again, but it was too late. The man had already killed his wife and turned his attention towards his children. 'Stop!' Siverra cried out. 'Please don't hurt them!'
In a flash, a vortex appeared, swallowing both the man and Siverra, as well as his children. Siverra knew what this meant. If he was here, where were they? Were they in the same world as he was? Before anything else could happen, he woke up, gasping for breath and covered in sweat.