Post #10645

Gmork was once a wolf of shadows in the Nothing’s service, tasked with hunting Atreyu across the dying Fantasia. He stalked the boy through crumbling mountains and fading forests, whispering despair into the wind. But the Nothing consumed everything, even Gmork’s purpose. When Atreyu finally faced him in the ruins, the wolf lay dying, chained by his own masters. He spoke his last truth: “I am the servant of the Nothing. I am the one who brings it. But when the Nothing has devoured everything, I too will vanish. I am nothing without it.” Atreyu asked why he served it. Gmork answered: “Because people who have no hopes are easy to rule. And those who have no imagination are easy to scare. I was born to lie, to make them give up. Every lie I told fed the Nothing.” He laughed once, a dry rasp. “I am the last creature who still believes in something. I believe in the Nothing. And soon it will believe in me no longer.” Then he died, eyes open, staring at a sky that no longer existed. The Nothing rolled over him like fog. Gmork became part of it, erased even from memory. No grave, no echo. Just silence where a wolf once howled lies. That is the end of Gmork: a servant who outlived his own lie.