A Figure Unknown

[Morning\\Cogmia\\469 days before The Great Churning] 

The town was lively as any other,

The air was alive with the hum of ancient machinery, a sense of unease settled over the residents. It started with small things: a missing tool, a strange noise in the night, a feeling of being watched.

But as the days passed, the occurrences grew more frequent and more intense. Creatures began to appear in the streets, their bodies a mass of writhing tendrils and pulsing orbs. They moved with an unnatural gait, their eyes glowing nothing yet known. 

Cogmia tried to defend itself, but the creatures seemed to be everywhere. They attacked with ferocity, their sapling tendrils and biting with jaws yet so sharp. The people fought back with whatever they could find – hammers, knives, and even their bare fists – but they were vastly outnumbered.

As the chaos spread, a figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in leather armor and wielding a pair of gleaming silver blades, charging straight into the fray with a feircefull gaze. The creatures swarmed around them, but they fought with precision and skill, their blades slicing through the tendrils and orbs with deadly efficiency.

The figure moved through the streets, leaving a trail of defeated creatures in their wake.  Fighting with a singular focus, gleaming movements fluid and deadly. As battling inwards, the creatures seemed to grow stronger, their energy pulsing with an increasing intensity, as mana flew beside.. 

Despite the danger, the figure pressed on, driven by a fierce determination yet so uknown. Fighting way through the winding streets, dodging and weaving between the buildings as joltingly clashing with the creatures.

As the battle raged on, the figure began to notice a pattern. The creatures seemed to be drawn to a specific location – an ancient, ruined tower that loomed over the town like a specter. The clad moving way towards the tower, fighting through hordes of creatures to reach the entrance.

Entering the tower, the figure was met with an eerie silence. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, and the walls seemed to hum with ancient power. The figure moved cautiously, blades at the ready, as they explored the tower's depths.

Deep within the tower, the figure discovered a glowing crystal. It pulsed with an intense, blue-green energy, and seemed to be the source of the creatures' power. The figure knew it had to be done, but as approaching , a massive creature emerged from the shadows.

The creature was unlike any the figure had seen before. Its body was a mass of writhing tendrils and orbs, and its eyes glowed with an intense, malevolent energy. The fighting continued with dripping blood accumulating slowly , but the creature was a formidable foe. It attacked with ferocity, its tendrils guarding its stance. 

The battle was unnerving , the clad dodging and weaving as they clashed with the creature. They fought with precision and skill, their blades slicing through the tendrils and orbs with deadly efficiency. But the creature seemed to be absorbing the blows, growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the fight raged on, the figure began to tire. The creature's attacks were relentless, and its energy seemed to be boundless. But the figure refused to give up, driven by their determination still left at large. 

With a final, desperate blow, the clad struck the creature with all it had. The blade sliced through the tendrils and orbs, striking the creature's core . Yet the nothing really happened much. 

The figure stood panting, their chest heaving with exhaustion. As the clad approached the creature again, their blade at the ready. With a swift motion, struck the the creature again, shattering it's blade there seemed nothing has left. The energy dissipated, and the creatures outside began to falter, their movements slowing as they lost their source of power.

As none emerged from the Tower as of before as well, they saw the town begin to return to normal. The people layed motionless, their energy spent. A few ran, a few survived but nothing to hope ever did again arrived... 

The clad layed astill on the ground, their blades still clutched tightly as ever. Saving never seemed to be an option of sort. The tower loomed behind , standing high as ever. Its secrets still hidden in the shadows.  more mysteries still lie uncovered. But for now, as the place seemed to remain quiet as this forever.