Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

He bode no words until she required it of him. He was silent, moreso relapsing mentally into the anchoring bliss that this wretched witch had him shackled by. But by her gentle yank, he spoke.

”You have no seat atop this plane. And as time fades, chip by chip does your throne. The world must be spun rightly by your will, or else the rituals will be empty.”

His tent-like auds flashed a hazardous backwards as he recalled the silence that came with the unhappy Spirits. Should they grow quiet, his guidance would too. He couldn’t allow them to part from him so easily- 
he had to garner their attention. 

Slaughter his way to their hearts

”Time waits for the Past, yet the Living must suffer.”