Chapter Deceptive Fury
-Grim Waste-
Veiled in the guise of Vernit, Elysum returned to the Darkbanes Territory, a master of deception weaving a treacherous narrative. Standing before the gathered Darkbanes, his voice resonated with a mix of feigned innocence and righteous anger.
“Brothers,” Elysum, his eyes ablaze with a carefully crafted combination of innocence and righteous fury, “a grave injustice has befallen our tribe. The Ecclipsarians, in their blind hatred, have mercilessly taken the lives of my dear brother Elysum and my son, Rojan.”
A collective murmur swept through the crowd, a wave of indignation rising among the Darkbanes.
Elysum continued, his tone calculated and convincing, “I, in pursuit of justice, have avenged their deaths. The Grand Prince of Celestoria, the orchestrator of this vile act, has met his demise at my hands. Celestoria must pay for the blood they have spilled on our land.”
A fierce determination ignited in the eyes of the Darkbanes, their allegiance to Vernit further fueling their desire for retribution. Elysum, under the guise of Vernit, had successfully manipulated their emotions.
“Now is the time for us to rise as one, to defend our honor and to avenge the fallen,” Elysum proclaimed, his words echoing through the fervent crowd. “We shall unleash the wrath of the Darkbanes upon Celestoria, teaching them that no act of aggression against our tribe goes unanswered.”
The Darkbanes, fueled by a concoction of manipulated rage and the desire for vengeance, roared in approval. Elysum, now the puppeteer of their collective emotions, had sown the seeds of war with his fabricated tale of tragedy and revenge.
As the Darkbanes prepared for the impending conflict, Elysum, still concealed in the guise of Vernit, watched with a sinister satisfaction. The stage was set for a devastating clash between the tribes, all orchestrated by the puppet master pulling the strings of deception.