### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 6: The Interior Storm **
The weather in Winterfell reflected the emotional whirlwop that the fortress was living. Thirteen days had passed since Elliott Wigan joined the fight against chaos that consumed Westeros, and the palpable voltage could almost be cut with a sword. Each rudder, each repentance, echoed between the stone walls while the battle against the white walkers became a sad past, but the true demons were still lurking in the shadows.
** The Meeting of Almas **
That night, Jon Snow summoned a meeting. Winterfell leaders, along with Elliott, gathered in the war room. The will to confront the physical and spiritual chaos of the world was latent among them. Jon, when he looked at the faces of his companions, he felt the pressure that grew every moment.
"We are at an inflection point," Jon said, observing every serious expression around the table. "The protection of our home is in the hands of us all. But we also need to deal with what happens within our souls. Elliott, you brought us a different perspective. What do you propose? "
Elliott hesitated for a moment, absorbing the intensity of the situation. He was surrounded by people who carried their own guilts, and the responsibility of their role weighed over her shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was calm, but determined: "We need to strengthen the connection between us and face what hides in our hearts. The purification of souls is not only an act of force - there must be an understanding, a link. "
** The Ritual of Empathy **
"A ritual of empathy?" Samwell Taryly said, looking at Elliott with the curiosity of whom hesiers to understand. "How would it work?"
"We must join us in a circle, a sacred space where we can feel the pain of each other," Elliott explained, the words accumulating with the passion of someone who finally found his purpose. "We can use the devouring whispers to hear what each carries. Thus, we will understand better than that human becomes us. "
"What if you do, do the demons are released?" asked Sansa Stark, worried. "What if this connection consumes it?"
"It's a risk," Elliott admitted, feeling his own heart accelerate. "But often the only way to beat them is to face them directly. Each of us has demons that need to be confronted. "
Jon looked at all, evaluating the expressions. "If we decide to follow this path, we can not retreat. This is a struggle that we all need to face. With you to our side, Elliott, I'm stronger. "
** The echoes of the past **
After the decision to continue, the group met in the lighty lights of lanterns, forming a circle around a fire. The flames danced in the pace of a lost ancestral song, while the night of the night involved the participants as a veil.
Elliott began to drive the ritual, his words intertwining with the flames as the energy of the room increased. He guided them to connect, not just physical, but emotionally. They could feel the fears, the anxieties and regrets of each, such as shadows emerging to dance under the fires lights.
The whispers of the devouring flow through his hands, touching each member of the circle, allowing the darkest and more beautiful thoughts to resonish in unison. Jon was seeing his fault - the lives lost under his surveillance. Sansa saw the weight that carried, the need to be able to protect all around him. Sam faced his insecuries and fears of inadequate.
Elliott even, being surrounded by those who he considered allies, she felt a wave of love and acceptance overcome her scars of the past, a love that he never imagined to be able to experience.
** The CLIMAX OF THE CONNECTING **
But as everything that is true, the revelation brought pain. Internal tumpers have manifested. Cultural and repentance figures arose from the bottom of their souls, and the room began to tremble. Broken by the weight of their choices and experiences, the darkness began to manifest.
"Resist!" Elliott shouted, but the connection had become difficult to control. He realized that the power he mentions is not only purification, but also a storm waiting to get free.
In the middle of Chaos, Jon reached the center of the circle. "We'll fight together!" He declared, determining his unbellable tone. "We will not face this curse alone!"
The voices joined into a cry, and the light of the bonfire exploded in a gaze glow, bathed the room in a comforting heat. The energy involved them, turning the pain in understanding. The shadows that emerged if they dissipated, and around him was a deep silence.
** After the storm **
When the light finally calmed down, the faces around were marked by the emotional storm they had faced. Elliott saw that there was something new ali - an unbreakable connection, a real understanding between them. He had found a place where he could believe in redemption.
"You all faced the chaos within themselves," he said, his soft voice. "And that's a victory in itself. The battle will never be just against the external forces; It happens inside us. "
Jon nodded, recognizing the transformation he had just occurred. "Elliott, maybe you're right. Our fight is more than physical. It is a matter of lives and what to do to preserve our souls. "
Thus, intertwined in a new understanding, they prepared for the battles who were coming. Loneliness and pain simply became lessons, and in the center of everything, Elliott Wigan had been more than a penitent; He had become an ally and a friend.
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* In Winterfell, while the fires feared and the day approached, a new covenant formed. In a chaotic world, where the interim demons were so terrible as the battles outside, a shared journey awaits them, and together they would throw out for redemption. *