:: Deq Vioraq - The Towers Of Sebalon [prologue]::

Unbearable heat was beating down on his shoulders, but what could he do? Nothing. There were no windows, doors, lose tiles or any hope of an escape route. Even if there was, he was pinned to the wall with ball and chain; impossible to escape.

It wouldn't take hours to kill one in that inferno. Minutes in there and blood would boil; veins would pop; brains would fry; and heads would drop. Sweating profusely, he opened his eyes slightly, to a flame in the centre of the room. His gaze was already hypnotised by the heat. Black flame...? he discerned dreamily as the last bit of consciousness leaked through his empty gaze once again. His head lolled over his shoulders, held back only by the coagulating muscles of his neck and the disintegrating bones of his spine. His mind shut down, dead. Precious atoms of life were expelled through his pores, forming a cloud of silver dust around him. When all were through, they fabricated themselves into a long, silky fibre of pure Vingere*. The virgin Vingere shot forward into the depths of the black flame and then, the ignition extinguished itself, leaving the room in infernal darkness. Suddenly, the heat was displaced by sub-zero temperatures and the body dipped into gelidity. Thick hair whiskered from his open pores and his skin cracked. The ice spread across his body, crackling as it marched on, leaving not one bit of warmth in its wake. Crystal vines crept up the walls of the stone tower, devouring every bit of heat foolish enough to disdain the departure of the ebony embers. All that was left was the cold blackness of the tower.

Outside, was a large forest. An Amazon of stone towers. Stone towers similar to that of which he was in. The one of which he died in. Yet, he was not the only one. Just one pawn in a game of chess. His life never mattered. 

written by MitZukin Mrvica