Rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1 May 2026

He was nine feet tall, skeletally thin, his skin translucent like wet paper. Through his chest, you could see his heart—still beating, but made of compacted rainwater. His left hand, however, was pristine: warm, dry, and faintly glowing. It was the only part of him that remembered the sun.

Or what remained of him.

And seven miles above, in the Grey Deep, something ancient smiled. What will the Rain-walker decide? Is there a third path Degrey has hidden in his preserved hand? And who—or what—first whispered the curse into existence? The answers lie in the storm. Author’s Note: This article is the first installment of a dark fantasy serial. If you enjoyed the atmospheric horror of endless rain, memory erosion, and morally complex curses, share this with fellow fans of Grimdark and Weird Fiction. Part 2 will explore the origin of the Grey Deep and Degrey’s original sin. rain+degrey+curse+of+dullkight+part+1

Liss, the child, saw something the others could not: shapes moving in the downpour. Figures, dozens of them, walking in slow circles around the party. Dullknight victims who had completed their transformation.

She had no name—or rather, she had forgotten it somewhere on the road. The travelers’ logs call her simply . She wore a tattered cloak of oiled leather and carried no umbrella, no charm, no warding sigil. The rain struck her face freely, but she did not flinch. More impossibly: the rain slid off her without a whisper. No curse took hold. He was nine feet tall, skeletally thin, his

A rain began to fall—not of water, but of numbing . Each droplet carried a dormant hex: the . Those caught in it forgot the faces of their children. The color drained from their eyes. The rain did not stop. Weeks passed. Months. Then years.

“You came,” Degrey said. His voice was the sound of a drain swallowing the last of a bath. It was the only part of him that remembered the sun

This is the first part of a chronicle—a record of ruin, resilience, and the three doomed families who tried to break the storm. We begin with the man they called . Chapter One: Degrey’s Last Dawn It is said that Degrey was not born under a cloudy sky. As a young mage of the Solarium Order, he commanded light itself—weaving sunbeams into barriers, refracting dawn into weapons. But power invites envy, and envy invites curses.