Screams and Memories

🧠 Storyteller Chronicles: Interlude --- 🎭 Somewhere between pain and rebirth… there is only noise. Screaming—pure, unrelenting—cuts through the night like shattered glass. It’s his voice. The last piece of the Nightly Storyteller still holding on. He screams. Not from fear. Not from madness. But from transformation. 🩸🕯️ The cursed necklace—Veilfire—pulses against his chest. His body convulses. Muscles tear, skin flickers with unnatural light, breath turns hollow and metallic. His soul fights to stay his own. Then… silence. From the mist steps a figure. Cloaked in flowing midnight silk, silver staff glinting with glyphs lost to time. 👁️‍🗨️ “He’s not gone. Not yet.” The Veyatra are here. --- 🌀 Chronicles Interlude The Storyteller trembles, caught between human and something… else. Skin faintly glowing. Breath like the whisper of gears. Seraphine kneels beside him, heart pounding. 💔 The Veyatra—ancient shapeshifters who speak only in the mind—form a circle around them....