~ Nerrissa ~The dark room smelled of burnt pine wood and dry stone.I sat alone in a vast sea of pitch-black mud. Cold water crept up past my ankles, soaking through the thin hem of my nightgown. High above me, there was no sun, no moon, and no sky. There was only a heavy ceiling of cracked black granite, dripping with thick, steaming water that hissed whenever it hit the mud.A heavy vibration moved through the dirt beneath my bare feet.It was not an earthquake. It was a pulse. A slow, thumping rhythm that made the bones inside my shins ache.The sound of iron chains echoed out of the dark. The links were massive, each one thicker than an old oak tree, covered in glowing golden writing that burned with harsh, white sparks. The chains stretched across the cavern, pulled tight against tall pillars of solid obsidian rock.Beneath those chains, the continent moved.A mountain of dark scales rose from the mud. The beast was so large that its spine seemed to scrape the bottom of the worl
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