Sanguine Singer
Brutal battlefields blur as soldiers crash. Sparks skittering as blade crashes down upon blade. Armour shattered under maces and hammers. Men reduced to red ruin as shot explodes from flesh. The cavalry charges from behind hammering down the line crushing the artillery.
Panic sweeps through the men, outnumbered, outmaneuvered and outgunned, fates jaws poised to come crashing down. Victory out of the option but not surrender. The commander makes the critical decision, release the singer.
The higher command gathers around the eldritch box. The ancient artifact with twisted carvings that if followed bring madness. With puzzling angles that mix with an oil slick of colours to create a bismuth like monstrosity. Victory at any cost.
The men ears plugged, fervently hack at the locks. Ripping the chest open they throw the lid up. A brief second of sight causes instant insanity, a cosmic torso covered in every hue known to the stars. An unknown thing far beyond humanities life. The eyes flicker like twin galaxies contemplating.
A vacuum starts, men feel the air beings sucked out of lungs. A flash vortex spirals towards the open cosmic cage. The beings chest expands stretching out like a paper thin skin balloon. A moment of silence before a reality shattering cacophony sounds. The clouds push back revolted at the unholy noise, the ground around the chest dies. Animals rather run themselves into the ground then listen.
On the battlefield every drop of blood wriggles to life, slithering forward, pooling together. A titanic crimson orb gathers then explodes, the vapor settles over the battlefield changing everything it touches.
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