TWILIGHT
The island watched the various humans scurry around, their laughable plan underway.
Run, the island thought. Light your fires. Make your stand.
The island would revel in watching the humans burn.
Burning brought the cruelest pain of all. The island recoiled at the memory, then roared at remembered pain, seething with hate and bloodlust and a thirst for vengeance that would never be slaked.
But tonight would be a start.
Tonight, the humans would burn as one, their group death incredibly useful, providing the long-awaited surge of electria powerful enough to shatter the seam forever. The island would no longer be tethered to this shell. It would be free.
And then it would unleash chaos on a new level, in a new world, in their world.
Yes, the island thought, trembling with anticipation as the humans crafted their own pyre. Fuel your fires. We will burn together. But you will be the ones to die.