Bounded Beyond The Abyss
The air smelled of incense and dried roses, masking the metallic tang of blood from past sacrifices.
Elyssia knelt on the cold stone altar, her wrists bound by sacred silk, her pristine white robes stained with the golden sigils of her impending death. The High Priests, draped in obsidian robes, chanted in unison, their voices rising and falling like a dirge.
The kingdom of Elysium had been overrun by monstrous abominations-twisted creatures born from darkness itself. And for centuries, the solution had remained the same: a Holy Priestess offered as a sacrifice to cleanse the land. Tonight, Elyssia was that offering.
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