The Undead Of Meril

Pain, agonizing pain, that's what washed through me; like a wave of unsurmountable force that wished for me to be nothing but dust. But, despite this pain, this raw fire, the thing that etched at me the most was my head, the contents of which pulsed with violent spasms that rocked my dark world, tilting it on its axes and warping it in ways I couldn't even fathom. I tried to scream, to extend my hand, reaching out for anything, for something to end this hell I've found myself in, but nothing ever answered. That was, until now.