stand up and look into the light

Though things were strange, a tide seemed to be turning. Shifting. All the strange things brought about by the red sky and the shaking... it's the end of days, and Björn is drawing power from it. All of the strange electricity, all the energy, it's going straight to his head. Everything going on, and still, the rot prince can't beat the heat. Summer is a dastardly time, after all.

So he takes to the underground. Winding through the Deluge, carefully using the most secure of the roots as a ladder to step his way down. Björn is careful, the predatory grace that lives in his bones taking over. Climbing is no great feat for him, after all. He was raised to it.

At the bottom of the Deluge, the steep sides cast enough shade to keep Björn comfortable. The humidity is thick, but he'd trade that for the oppressive heat topside any day. Stopping at the first clear pool, he rests for a moment. Lowering his head to take a drink, Björn begins to hatch his plan for the day's exploration.

"Björn"