Blackwater Islands nox arcana

Relief came. It was brief. It wicked away the heat upon his face and softened the ratty, coarse furs there.

The inferno cracked around him. The twisting spires blackened and stood firmly in place. As they cooled, and he looked around at them, they became like ice. Crystalline.

Mmn.. mae... the man called out lowly. He thought he was there in the Hollow. He thought he called for his family, but they didn't hear him or chose not to answer.

Hhh... hypnos... mis, his voice became a whine, slurring.