### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 8: Fragile Alliances **
Winterfell's penetrating cold seemed to increase as uncertainty accumulated among its inhabitants. On the next days after the acceptance ritual, Elliott Wigan felt in a crossroads, the thin line between the Savior and the monster became more and more indistinct. The scars in his arms pulsed, making him constantly remember the covenant that he had done: a promise of redimir not only the others, but also to himself.
** Growing conflicts **
That morning, sitting around the war table, the tensions among the winterworld residents were palpable. Festive teas and foods had been ignored, exchanged by feverish discussions on strategies to be adopted against any potential, new and old potential.
"Do you think it's a good idea to allow Elliott to"? " Sansa asked, his firm voice. "He can slide to the shadows again. Even though your ritual has revealed something ... more human, there are still a huge doubt about your intentions. "
"Sometimes doubt is the first step towards redemption," Jon replied, looking at Sansa with a intensity that made it clear that he understood the risk, but also the importance of taking a chance to the new. "We need new approaches and he can bring it."
Elliott, sitting in silence, absorbed the tension between the two, understanding that he was part of a larger scene than his own pains. The weight of his scars deepened, reflecting the dilemma that consumed him.
** Time test **
While the meeting continued, a messenger arrived, bringing news from a nearby village. Rumors about an extremist worthouse had emerged, worshiping what they considered a "God of Death," but in fact it was a faction that accumulated souls for a harmful purpose, pressing a new cycle of chaos.
That was an opportunity for Elliott. It was the moment of acting, to show that his intentions were true. "I go to them," he offered, his voice cutting the tense air. "I can find out what's going on and, if necessary, try to redeem them."
Jon looked at Elliott, evaluating. "Elliott, this can become dangerous. We do not know what this cult is able to do. "
"I'm dangerous," said Elliott, with a deep determination. "But I am also the only chance that these individuals will have to find the light back."
** Reinforced distrust **
While Elliott prepares to leave, he realized that Sansa still looked with mistrust. "And if you get lost in this search, Elliott? What if you can not control the devouror within you? "
"This was always my dilemma, sansa," Elliott returned, frustration starting to grow. "But I can not be paralyzed for fear. Chaos that already dwells inside me can turn into a force, a catalyst for change. "
The tension between them was in high, but Jon's gaze toward Sansa said that confidence in Elliott had found a way even though fragile. "We believe in you, Elliott. Find them and do what you believe is sure. "
** The Crowns of Corvocal **
When he arrived in the village, Elliott found the shadows on each corner, but soon decear with what it seemed to be a temple. A grotesque symbol, who made him feel a unnecessary call, led him to explore.
The followers of the cult were gathered in an act that challenged the very row of life and death. For a moment, Elliott hesitated. He could hear them, the chaotic and gloomy voices trying to dominate his thoughts, but decided to approach.
Elliott made what he knew how to do better: he touched the first he found, a man marked by the pain, leading him to the mirror test. While the visions stolen by the forces of the darkness danced in his eyes, the essence of the worship began to shatter.
"You must decide," he said, the urgency shaping each word. "The darkness you seek does not bring salvation, but eternal destruction. Do you want to follow these shadows or fight for something bigger than yourself? "
** The devouring storm **
The battle inside Elliott did not see to manifest. Each soul captured by the worship has made the devour whispering in his ears, offering him an unquestionable, fierce power. "Absorb them, make them part of you. Use them as their, "the entity murmured, seducing it to lose.
But at this moment, something in Elliott had changed. The connection that had formed in Winterfell - the voices of Jon, Sansa and the others - echoed in his mind. He had found a new strength in acceptance, a deeper path toward light.
** Redemption or forgiveness? **
Determined not to be consumed by the darkness, he prepared to absorb the souls, but not to himself. He would make a different ritual: a libit ritual, something that offered to the cultists a chance of redemption, not condemnation.
"You have the choice! There are no shadows, they are not just the rights that have been denied them. You are more! Come with me, release up the weight they carry! " He cried Elliott, while the visions and fears became light in.
A dense energy began to fill the space, and the cultists hesitated, taking into place in the intersection of what they were and what they could become. Among the danger and healing, freedom was within reach.
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* With a fastest fate of the fight between the light and the dark, Elliott Wigan faced the apex of his journey. Now, not only his soul was in play, but the dozen souls that surrounded him. In the cycle of life and death, the choices that make salvadors of the destroyers differentiated. And in his search for redemption, he hoped a new way to be borne in front of him. *