5: Death-Charged
Spoken Word, Transcribed, Nskanetis. Originated from Northern Kortha."You couldn't dig the grave any deeper?" The gangly OUR/TAN/NEX waves an arm over the soil, slowly, demonstratively. Light blue crystals glitter atop the pile, sprouting like weeds.
With a sigh, the workers around him begin digging up the corpse within. As the crystals scatter, more slowly reveal themselves within the soil of the grave - many more, scraping against the shovel, clanging, shattering, a telltale glass heart in the grave. As one last crack sounded, a dead blue light filtered up from below. The leader leaned in, and a snarl crossed his lips.
The body had grown crystals around it like a cocoon. As the leylines below tried to break in to collect the soul, crystals formed on them in swirling, broken staircases leading to nowhere.