Earth: A tale never told

"Try not to overlook it, Master," said Felan, his voice a mere whisper amidst the weight of their mission, his eyes casting fleeting glances of concern towards Zar's imposing figure.

Zar pivoted with a ferocity that seemed to ignite the very air around them, his eyes blazing a fiery red, reflecting both anger and a chilling determination. Felan's heart lurched, and instinctively, he fell to his knees, a gesture of submission born not just from reverence but also from the primal fear that Zar's wrath could unleash.

"Master, I didn't realize," Felan murmured, his words stumbling over one another in haste, an attempt to quell Zar's growing displeasure before it consumed them both.

In the cavernous chamber where they stood, the echoes of Zar's ire seemed to linger, intertwining with the shadows that danced along the walls. Felan knew all too well the consequences of arousing Zar's fury, a force that could rend both flesh and soul with equal savagery.

It had been two long decades since Felan first crossed paths with Zar, and in that span of time, he had learned to recognize the signs of Zar's otherworldly nature. Zar existed beyond the boundaries of mortality, his form untouched by the ravages of time, his wounds mending with a swiftness that bordered on the miraculous.

As Felan dared to steal a glance at Zar, memories of the day Zar's eyes had turned that ominous shade of red flooded his mind. It was a day etched in blood and terror, a day when Zar had unleashed a massacre of unfathomable cruelty upon those unfortunate enough to cross his path.

The weight of that memory hung heavy in the air, a suffocating reminder of the darkness that lurked within Zar's soul. Felan shuddered, his thoughts drifting to the countless lives lost in Zar's relentless pursuit of power.

"This is where I lost it last time," Zar muttered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Felan's spine. "I won't lose it again."

Felan remained rooted to the spot, his mind racing with a dizzying whirl of emotions. He knelt in silent reverence, his gaze fixed upon the cold stone floor beneath him, a silent plea for mercy in the face of Zar's unyielding determination.

"I'll never witness that weakness again, Felan," Zar declared, his voice a chilling proclamation of intent. "I won't beg for power again, never."

With those words hanging heavy in the air, Zar strode purposefully from the chamber, his every step a silent testament to his unwavering resolve. Felan followed in his wake, a silent shadow trailing behind the embodiment of darkness and despair.

Outside, the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of Zar's next move. The sky hung heavy with the weight of impending doom, the air thick with the promise of violence yet to come.

As Zar called forth his cavalry and archers, Felan felt a creeping sense of unease settle over him like a suffocating shroud. He knew that their journey would be fraught with danger, a treacherous path that would test their resolve to its very limits.

With every passing moment, the forest closed in around them, its dense foliage a labyrinth of twisting paths and hidden dangers. Yet Zar pressed on, his determination unyielding in the face of adversity.

But Felan could not shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at his soul. He knew that their destination held secrets darker than any they had faced before, secrets that threatened to consume them both in a maelstrom of blood and chaos.

As they rode deeper into the heart of the forest, Felan could only pray that they would emerge unscathed from the crucible that awaited them. For he knew that whatever lay ahead, their fate was inexorably intertwined with the fate of their master, Zar, the harbinger of darkness and despair.