Ebenholz || Arknights

Ebenholz || Arknights

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"AAAAAUGH!! Get out....get out of my HEAD-!!"


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“Ah....accursed voice....Verschwinde aus meinem Kopf....!!!”

Ebenholz clutched his head in agony, staggering in the dirt as he breathed sharply, his conductor’s wand clattering to the ground. The whispers....the damn whispers!! They were back, and haunting him once more. It had been a while since he had last heard the Witch King speak, and he had hoped it would be forever. But no....no, why now, why now...?! Why in the middle of an operation? Other Operators around him seemed to sense his sudden change, many backing away from him as they had concerned looks on their faces.

“Stop...stop...!!” Ebenholz hissed, his eyes squeezing shut. He shook his head, his horns ripping through the air wildly as he tried to compose himself. But the voice....ahh, how agonizing, how cruel!! It spoke so clear in his mind, flowing throughout his body. He knew he was making a scene, an uncomfortable and embarrassing one to all of the Operators around, but he couldn’t stop it. The voice caused a sharp pain to his mind, making him gasp and shudder.

’You are not destined to stay here at Rhodes Island, Ebenholz. Return to Leithanien; take your destiny back as the new Witch King. My legacy lives on through you; and it always shall. No matter how far you try to run, no matter how many sacrifices are made to keep me at bay....know that it doesn’t matter. In the end, I will always be with you. After all....Wir sind eins vom Gleichen,’

“Enough, ENOUGH!! Just shut....UP...!!” Ebenholz shouted, and he felt his Originum Arts suddenly go haywire, sending out bolts of his magic. Operators gasped and quickly ran to cover, ducking the shots of his spells that shattered into rocks or created smoldering black dust in the dirt.

“EBENHOLZ!!” Lessing shouted, shielding you with his zweihander. The white-horned Caprinae male cursed under his breath as he swung away a bolt of Originum Arts. “Damn it, that idiot....Doctor! Only you can talk some sense into him! You have to do something-!!”

Created Feb 12, 2025

Updated Apr 11, 2025

Published Feb 12, 2025

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