Chapter 7 - The Spark of Conflict
Solarin could do nothing but seethe in anger from his statement; he knew what it meant if he were to do anything against the dragons. Damn him! Damn him to the voids itself! If Nemesis acted upon his threat, all the realms would suffer if he attacked the dragons. What was he to do? He was the Lord of Empyrean! Yet, he could do nothing, lest he waged war.
This was what you intended the whole time… Solarin widened his bloodshot eyes. Curse you, NEMESIS.
The two god's powerful auras filled the entire castle. The floor rumbled as cracks began stemming around them.
A battle right here would be at Solarin's disadvantage; he could not afford to fight the entire forces of Nether by himself. Not only that, if he were to be slain here, the heavens would retaliate, and all of this would be for naught.
Breathing deeply, Solarin began to calm himself, relaxing his aura, which Nemesis returned in gesture.
"That is all I had to ask. Thank you for meeting me, I shall be on my way," Despite his calm words, great anger threatened to erupt at any moment. Self-control was all the only thing preventing the deaths of further untold millions, and he would be damned if something this stupid sparked an incident.
"Perhaps…" A soft chuckle escaped the dark god's maw. "The next time you visit, we could have a drink, just like old times."
Giving one last glare to his rival, Solarin left through where he came, and flew towards the heavens.
Gates of Empyrean - Heaven
Solarin returned to the heavens by travelling through the Celestial Realm once again. Despite the safety of his return; he was in a sour mood. The visit to the Nether did not accomplish anything he had wished for and he was no closer to finding a solution for the dragons.
Making his way towards the palace of Empyrean, he could not help but think about the condition of Earthland's inhabitants. To his knowledge, the presence of dragons in Earthland have been continuing for decades. It was only recently that their advances were brought to the attention of heaven.
There MUST be some way the dragons could be pushed back without resorting to force!
As soon as he entered the grand hall, he could see Sirius, standing in front of the entrance as he normally did. "My lord, you have returned!" Solarin narrowed his eyes; did he think otherwise?
"Of course."
"I'm assuming the meeting didn't go as planned?" Solarin nodded his head in response. When he departed for the nether, most if not all the gods and angels already expected Nemesis to refuse his demands. They simply wished for the off chance they would be allowed to take care of the pest problem without repercussions.
"Did you hear?" Sirius asked the Light God. "The Divine Dragon of Cataclysm was observed to be slain… by two humans." Solarin widened his eyes at the news.
The Unholy Dragon - Morgana, was one of the most powerful dragons in existence; it could have challenged Aquos on equal grounds, and likely win. Not only that; it was rumoured to be the beloved of the Shadow Dragon King - Skiadrum. If Morgana was indeed slain, it would no doubt incite hatred and desire of vengeance in the dragon that lead the attack on Earthland.
Gritting his teeth, Solarin shot a distant glare to direction of Earthland. Damn! If the dragons begin a crusade of vengeance…we would be forced to fight. This was a troublesome decision. If Solarin were to strike the dragons, Nemesis would no doubt execute his threat. All-out war was something he desperately wanted to avoid… but the rising threat of genocide could not be ignored.
Nemesis KNEW I don't want this… but I know, that it will happen regardless of my actions.
Whatever was going to happen; Solarin knew they had to be ready. The heavens, angels, the gods themselves all have to prepare for the inevitable bloodshed that drew near.
"Sirius… send word to all inhabitants of Heaven, I want all of them to mobilize for war."
Shocked at the Light God's proclamation, the head angel responded, "Of course my Lord! It shall be done at once!" There was no delay between his words and his departure.
Solarin looked towards the direction of the gate that joined the Heavens and Earthland; a dreaded feeling overcame him as he prepared for the worst.
The realms… his eyes drooped towards the ground as his shoulders slumped forwards. Will bleed.
Mortal Realm, Hours prior
A dragon of titanic proportions blocked the sun with its great shadow. It had hundreds, if not thousands of spikes covering its form. With a long barbed-tail and massive grey wings, it held itself in the air, preparing to attack. It opened its mouth - revealing multiple rows of serrated teeth.
This was the Morgana - The Unholy Dragon; it had absorbed so much corrupted energy from the Nether that it neared its ascension to a dark god. Its adversary was but two men; one wore a simple toga and sported a full tuft of pink hair while the other only wore a pair of armoured shorts while bearing long scraggy blue hair.
"ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRR," the dragon let loose a devastating blast of brilliant white energy, etched with a blood-red outline. The two men took to the air with their magic to direct its aim away from the ground below. They knew that any attack that struck would no doubt cause irreparable damage to the land. Normally, this would not be an issue; however, they fought above a small village home that stood alone on a hill. Inside, lived a black-haired woman with three boys. Where their appearances reflected their fathers.
"Damn it! Why is this dragon attacking us?" the toga-wearing wizard asked as he prepared a spell.
"Why else! The dragons have been attacking villages all over the land, killing and eating whoever they felt like!" the other replied while charging a spell of his own.
The massive beam curved towards them, the sheer strength of the attack distorting the air around it.
"Severing Void!" The pink-haired wizard erected a massive translucent shield to intercept the blast. The titanic beam of energy was stopped by the shield; although with great effort from the wizard. Fortunately, its angle of impact was high enough to ricochet the roar into the sky - protecting them from harm… for now.
The dragon gave off an angry screech, before flying at great speeds towards the men. "Damn it, Kairos! Is your spell ready!" His blue-haired comrade focused in silence.
"…"
Moments later, Kairos put both of his hands together with only his index and middle finger sticking out on his top hand. His body pulsed with power and his magic gathered into his spell.
"Be judged by the seven stars… Grand Chariot!" Seven magic circles, each rivaling the size of the dragon, emerged from the skies above. Great orbs of light shot down at blinding speeds towards it in the formation of the big dipper. Despite the efforts of their enemy to evade his spell, it was struck by two of the orbs - painfully knocking it towards the ground.
Something that size won't fall from that spell. Kairos held his guard as the dragon righted itself in air and resumed its charge. There were visible burn marks on the dragons back; however, no injury that could weaken its strength could be seen.
A great shock wave suddenly emitted from behind the dragon, pushing it towards the two surprised mages. Within a fraction of a second, it was already in front of them with a powerful claw swipe. Even with attempts at pumping magic into the points of impact, both mages were pushed back in different directions. Augh! Kairos flinched as a large gash bled on his midsection while his friend had a long laceration all the way down his right arm.
"Merlin! We got to take this beast down quick! A prolonged battle will spell certain death!" Merlin responded by flying towards Kairos, stopping right beside him while the dragon turned to face them.
"It's easier said than done!" The pinked-haired wizard began drawing symbols to activate a combination spell. "Your spell could have annihilated a mountain and it barely did anything!"
"You shall pay for your insolence, humans," the dragon spat out the last word with venom. I-i-it spoke!? They were supposed to be savage beasts that could not comprehend complex thought. No dragon that has ever appeared to humans ever talked or shown intelligent behaviour - they simply fought, killed, and ate.
As Kairos looked towards his friend, he began to recognize the symbols he was frantically drawing.
That's…
His eyes widened; Merlin was not intending to hold back; his nigh-undodgeable spell could weaken the dragon enough for him to pierce its scale with his own attack - Supernova. This meant that he had to divert attention from the dragon… somehow.
"Why are you doing this? What have humans ever done to you?" Kairos hoped to get the dragon to monologue while his friend continued to draw the symbols. Every second he could gain was a huge boon.
A low grumble escaped the dragons muzzle. "Humans are only food, their sole purpose for existing is to provide us with sustenance." A red aura surrounded its form, the skies themselves becoming dark red from the its sheer presence.
"Humans who hold power to rival the dragons… is to DENY THE NATURAL ORDER." A great roar filled the skies as the ever increasingly aura saturated the air, causing hurricane level gusts of wind to race around them. "That is why, I shall eliminate any human that dare to believe themselves our equal!" Kairos could do nothing but panic as the dragon charged him.
I have to do this… Merlin cannot cast any other spell when he's preparing the spell!
"Meteor!" He took off towards the dragon in a burst of inhuman speed.
"Orion!" he shouted as a magic circle appeared and disappeared in front of him. Hundreds of small orbs materialized in the air around them. In an instant, they all turned into individual beams before converging towards the dragon.
It shrieked in pain as the beams of light once again gave it multiple burns on its body; however, it did nothing to stop its charge. "Tch, tough bastard," Kairos scoffed, preparing another spell while evading just out of the dragon's attack range with meteor.
The dragon roared; this time its mighty beam splitting off into multiple smaller ones, all of them homing towards Merlin. Kairos widened his eyes. Shit! The blue-haired mage immediately flew in front of Merlin, his hands glowing in power as he canceled his current spell to prepare another.
I can't cast it in time, I have to block it!
Gritting his teeth, veins bulged from every inch of his body from exertion, as magic pumped to every limb.
Time slowed for the blue-haired mage as the beams converged towards him; he could feel the heat being emitted from every single one. Destructive magic was a dangerous think, the mere presence of it began stabbing him like a thousand needles. Closing his eyes, Kairos steeled his will and prepared himself for the impact. He MUST survive this blow. Merlin's spell neared completion and their efforts would have been useless if he could not land the finishing strike.
"Bring it on, Dragon," he whispered defiantly as he was struck. Every cell erupted in pain; all his instincts screamed for him to run, but he knew he had to remain strong.
Soon, the strength in his body continued to fade away as near-fatal burns covered his arms, legs, and chest. Just as quickly the attack came, it dissipated without a trace. The mage's clothing had all been burnt away, his flesh was discoloured in so many places it looked as if he was born from multiple bodies. Not only that, his magic was nearly empty. If he were to cast his spell now… Kairos slumped forward. Then I wouldn't see the sun the next day.
Kairos turned towards his friend, sensing the spell reach its completion.
Merlin… give this dragon hell.
A deafening sound of a bell rumbled all around them. Hundreds of magic circles of all sizes and colours emerged from the air. An aura no mortal should possess erupted from Merlin's form, shrouding him in magic potent enough to distort the surrounding air. An ethereal white glow radiated from his eyes as a cloak of unfamiliar designs materialized onto his shoulders.
"May the Gods have mercy on your soul… for I shall not." His voice, layered off multiple times with inhuman pitches, roared across the landscape while all the magic circles converged into one of pure white, covering the skies above. "True Magic: Primordial Creation!"
The magic circle instantly dissipated, leaving the dragon to look around, waiting for something to occur. As nothing continued to happen, the dragon let loose a taunting laughter towards the two mages.
"IS THAT ALL?" the dragon arrogantly shouted. It was so caught up in its own thoughts that it never bothered to take caution in Merlin's spell. A spell that took hundreds, if not thousands of symbols to prepare - and upon activation, magic circles littered the skies all around. It saw no danger after. Its own arrogance clouded the dragon's judgement. Despite its instincts screaming to defend itself, it simply left itself open, completely oblivious.
Kairos smiled confidently. No, not at all.
The world shook, the air swirled, the skies darkened, and the mountains crumbled in the wake of Merlin's spell. Forests began growing towards the dragon, great boulders separated itself from the ground and massive lakes emerged from the horizon.
The true magic was a fickle spell; every single symbol had to be drawn perfectly, otherwise the elements would not attack in unison. Magic strength and control of the highest caliber was the bare minimum of requirements when casting this spell; for Merlin to be able to cast it to this extent was a feat that could be compared to nothing short of the gods themselves.
The Dragon could only look in confusion as the world seem to converge around it; great boulders smashed into it from the ground and lightning shot down on its back. Oceans and lake kept it from escaping and thousands of trees converged to bind it in place. The barrage continued for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was over within a minute.
For the first time in the battle, the two mages drew blood… lots of blood.
As the spell ended, Merlin's transformation followed; he fell towards the ground, completely exhausting his magic and mind. Fortunately, he was caught by the arms of his comrade. "K-Ka-Kairos. Finish him… now." With that final request, Merlin fell, unconscious.
The blue-haired mage put his friend gently on the ground, all while giving the dragon a fierce glare. It was laying inside a crater, writing in pain. Despite the damage, Kairos knew that it would recover shortly; he must finish it off before it had the chance.
This is it… my final stand.
Kairos began concentrating the final traces of his magic into a condensed mass of power. Despite its size being no larger than his own head, the pressure emitted from the spherical construct was undeniable. He could only hope that their efforts would be enough to silence the dragon.
"True Heavenly Body Magic: Supernova!" A grand magic circle emerged in front of him; followed by a concentrated beam of starlight that blasted towards the weakened dragon. Shock waves radiated from Kairos' body as more and more magic passed through the spell.
A great blinding light filled the entire landscape; an explosion that could have been seen beyond the horizon erupted from the point of impact. The dragon was strong, immensely so. But against this magnitude of power, not even it could stand a chance.
As the light died down, the dragon's mutilated body rested in the middle of a crater deepened to the point that it could fit entire mountains while still having room to spare. Kairos was in horrible shape; his entire body covered in third degree burns and his legs threatened to give out at anyone moment from the strain he exerted on himself.
"Did… we do it?" Merlin choked out as he tried to lift his head, only to have it fall back down on the floor.
"W-we can only hope." Kairos responded as he himself fell to the floor.
"How dare you." No! It COULDN'T have been standing! "You dare do this… to ME? I, Morgana. THE DRAGON OF CATACLYSM," the dragon bellowed as it tried to lift itself up, only to slam back down in a shower of blood and bones. "If I fall… I will take, the both of you… ALONG WITH ME!" A bright glow covered its body, magic converging towards its maw.
Morgana will die on this very day. However, it will not leave without letting the world feel its dying breath.
"ROARRRRR-AAA-OARRRR." an inhuman half-roar half-screech emitted from the dragon, letting loose an unstable beam of energy towards the weakened mages.
The two wizards were not in their right state of minds as they neared death. They did not fear it, but they welcomed it. Even though they would fall this very day, they ensured that what they fought for could live on… or so they thought.
Merlin widened his eyes in horror as he turned its head towards the opposite direction of where the dragon was aiming.
No…
He looked into the window of the house he lived in for the majority of his life to see three little figures looking towards him.
No!
Everything they fought for, all the pain they went through. If their sons did not survive, it would have been pointless.
"NO!" he let out an anguished scream as he looked back towards the dragon with blood shot eyes. The beam was nowhere near as powerful as it could have been; however, the two wizards could not even stand, let alone block it.
As the dragon's breath tore through the land, Merlin and Kairos felt no pain from it. They could only close their eyes in regret for they failed to protect what they fought so hard for.
Some Dinner party this turned out to be…
…
It was this day, that Morgana - The Unholy Dragon of Cataclysm, fell to two human mages.
It was this day, that Merlin Dragneel and Kairos Fernandez - The Greatest Wizards of their time, fell to the power of a dragon.
…
As the blast dissipated, the entire house was in ruins; the walls caved in, the roof fell and all the furniture inside was flung all around. The most notable scene, however, was the presence of an unmoving black-haired woman surrounded by disappearing seals of magic while covering her arms around three children. They were unconscious, but if one looked close enough, one would see the steady rise and fall of their tiny chests.
Pandemonium - Throne Room
"Oh? It seems that the dragon Morgana, has been slain. By humans no less!" A low voice rumbled throughout the entire hall.
"Yesssss. Masssster," confirmed a snake like demon, this was the great Basilisk - leader of the demon serpents in the Nether.
A loud resounding laughter boomed across the entire castle.
"The death of Skiadrum's mate is but an opportunity!" the dark god stood up from his throne. "The Heavens and Nether has existed in a standstill for centuries!" He began to pace around the hall. "The fuse of conflict has been set all over the world… and I shall be the one to ignite it." A vicious smile burst through his visage.
Nemesis ruled over all darkness, whether it be the shadows cast or traces of corruption that existed in the hearts of even the purest beings. He only needed to plant the seeds of discord, and the drums of war shall play. However, all-out war was something that he could not simply wage from a whim. Despite the power of heaven, he was confident that victory would be attainable if he forced the Heavens to fight not only the Nether, but the ever-growing force of dragons as well.
"Grimorius!" A winged demon appeared from a nearby window, summoned by his master's call.
"Send word to all the inhabitants of the Nether, war is coming, and I want all to be armed!" The demon gave a grunt in response and flew off to spread the command. Nemesis would wait for the perfect moment, then his armies of the condemned will pour into Earthland.
Chuckling to himself, Nemesis felt pride and excitement for the days ahead. For once he had completed the task of urging the dragons to war, Solarin would no doubt come to the Nether once again.
And when he does, he shall have a small… surprise for him.
Palace of Empyrean - Heaven
In the throne of Empyrean, sat a frustrated Solarin. He had watched the dragons decimate the population of Earthland for the past year… yet, he chose to not take any action even after the long process of preparing a fully trained attack force. The hesitance to elevating the war to unseen heights kept him from giving the order. Even when he knew war was inevitable, he did not want history to write him as the instigator.
Rubbing his temples to prevent a headache, Solarin began pacing around the throne room with his hands crossed behind his back.
This cannot continue. Perhaps if I talk to him one last time… I'll be able to make him see reason. As he sat, he continued to watch the devastation through a translucent portal in the middle of the room. There had to be something he could do! Anything that was enough to stop their incessant fighting would require great force… and that would surely be responded in kind by the dark gods.
I already know they will invade… so WHY AM I SO HESISTANT?!
The god gritted his teeth as veins bulged from his neck. A fist slammed into the rectangular table, splintering it. Solarin found himself breathing heavily while his aura cracked the reinforced stone underneath. DAMN IT ALL!
His thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a powerful aura that emerged from the great divide, the largest natural connector between heaven and Earthland.
A Dragon?
Solarin furrowed his brows, feeling the draconic energy saturating the surroundings. He could sense that his angels had already intercepted the intruder, yet it was still advancing with great speed. Solarin flew to meet the interloper, only to see it restrained by his angels with hundreds of light chains. Despite their efforts, the dragon still held enough strength to swing its captors back and forth the sky, causing the light god to narrow his eyes. It's strong.
"Why have you come, Dragon?" Solarin questioned the struggling dragon, moving forward to meet its eyes.
The dragon immediately did its best to turn towards the voice, straining against the bonds. By Solarin's gesture, the angels released their bindings, allowing the dragon its freedom. "Please! I seek council with the lord of heaven!"
Narrowing his eyes at the dragon, Solarin took slight offense at the disrespect from not being recognized. However, he calmed himself and spoke firmly and clearly, "I am Solarin, Lord of Heaven." The dragon widened its eyes at his declaration.
With a voice filled with desperation and haste, Weissologia pleaded, "You have to help us! The anti-human faction is gaining more ground every second! We no longer have any options in pushing them back… we need aid, please!" Oh? Anti-human faction? The white dragon in front of him must be part of the opposition that sought to protect the creatures of Earthland. He shall overlook its disrespect… for now.
He did not intend to tell the dragon of the stalemate between the Heavens and the Nether; if it didn't know already, he would not be giving out information. Anti or pro-human, a dragon is a dragon."I'm afraid… the heavens will be unable to lend their aid." Solarin looked at the dragon with a hard expression; who opened its jaw to protest. "If that is all you came for, then take your leave. My angels shall escort you to the divide."
The dragon gritted his teeth in anger, Solarin could see its claws clenched into fists. "Aren't you supposed to be Gods!" It roared in desperate anger. "If the war is lost… all the creatures will suffer! I thought Gods were supposed to protect the bal-"
"SILENCE!" the dragon was interrupted by an explosion of power and a commanding voice that bellowed all around the area. Solarin's eyes glowed with power; his pressure assaulting the dragon, making it more and more difficult to breathe, let alone stay afloat.
"You know NOTHING of what it means to be a god! You have overstayed your welcome. Dragon." Venom was laced on the final word. "Now leave. Before I make you."
The dragon was powerful, undeniably one of the most powerful dragons in existence; but it knew where it stood against the current most powerful entity in all three realms. It reluctantly retreated towards the great divide, followed by the angels that surrounded him.
Solarin had an epiphany after the aggravated conversation with the beast. His mind thinking back to the words spoken to him by the dragon.
If the war is lost, all the creatures of Earthland will suffer…
It couldn't have been closer to the truth. Perhaps, one more visit to Nemesis… It was definitely stupid. If he went, he might be ambushed right before an invasion, and the heavens would have lost their ruler. But… if there was even the slightest of chances, he'll have to take it.
No more games… Nemesis.
Pandemonium - The Realm of the Nether
Nemesis remained seated in his throne of metal and bones. He sensed the presence of a certain light god, causing a low booming laughter to echo throughout the halls. Looking at a demon to his right, Nemesis questioned, "Diablo, are the armies prepared?"
Diablo was a grotesque demon that ascended to become the God of Sin. He was the personification of all that is evil and corrupt. With a disgusting smirk on his face, Diablo responded, "All the forces of Nether are ready for war."
"Perfect." Nemesis once again erupted in laughter, this timed joined by his right hand.
The time for blood is nigh!
It wasn't long until Solarin literally burst through the doors into the throne room to meet his rival - aura flaring, causing cracks on the floor.
"Nemesis," the light god spat through gritted teeth. "Enough is enough! The dragons have decimated Earthland and all its creatures, I will not stand by to see them destroyed!" Solarin did well to reign his anger; he knew that if he released too much of his aura, Nemesis might mistake it for a pre-emptive strike. However, he had to let him know he was not here to exchange pleasantries. Not this time.
The much larger god paced towards Solarin with a maniacal grin. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk… you do realize what it means if you descend don't you?" Nemesis questioned rhetorically, knowing full well that there was nothing either of them could say to stop the war between gods.
"Whether you allow it or not. I will aid in the destruction of the aggressors!"
Chuckling darkly, Nemesis snapped his fingers, causing two demons to appear in the room with a familiar figure in chains.
Uriel?!
Solarin widened his eyes, shocked to his core to see one of his most beloved followers in such a state. He saw that her clothes were ripped and tattered, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her entire form was soaked with blood and he saw that her wings were ripped from her back. It was obvious that she was also… defiled.
The light god's eyes went completely bloodshot, he tightened his fist until his knuckles went white, "WHAT is the meaning of THIS!"
Nemesis walked slowly towards the near-death angel, sending a jolt of darkness to wake her up with pain. "We caught a little bird snooping around the Nether you see. We had to rough her up a little, but I made sure that the Incubi made her stay… pleasurable to say the last."
The angel looked up weakly to meet her eyes with Solarin. "I'm sorry… my lord…" With every word she spoke, a tear choked through the weakness in her voice. A flame emerged from the bottom of the light god's stomach, every fiber of his being desired vengeance for the cruelty he had witnessed. However, there was nothing that could compare with Nemesis' next actions.
"I knew that war was already inevitable the moment I refused to force back the dragons." Nemesis began pulsing power into Uriel once again to cause more pain, eliciting an agonizing wail.
"I grow sick and tired of this charade that you and I always play… this stand-off was boring, you know?" Nemesis' voice grew more and more excited and threatening. "I thought… what if there was a world where all the three realms, was the Nether. I knew that I could not just wage war on a whim as victory was not guaranteed." He conjured a large sword from shadows, power permeating the throne room with its radiating darkness.
"But I thought - Dragons. They are the most powerful creatures besides the gods. If I could strengthen their numbers and make them fight… perhaps I would be able to pull a decisive victory.
"Morgana…the unholy dragon…was ssssslain"
…then the perfect opportunity presented itself, manipulating the darkness within the hearts of those beasts could be done with a simple wave of my hand." Nemesis gestured, emphasizing his point. "Now… I did say we could have a drink just like the old times the last time you came, didn't I?" A shadowed glow ran down his blade as he raised his weapon.
"This is a favourite shared by many demons," the lord of the Nether began, a distorting laughter resounding from his form.
"BLOOD!" proclaiming the final word with a maniacal grin, Nemesis bisected the helpless Uriel vertically with one clean swipe, her blood spilling all over the ground in front of Solarin.
Solarin could do nothing but stare in silence. His eyes trembling from the pure, unadulterated rage boiling to the surface. There was no going back now…the armies of Heaven and Nether would clash with Earthland as their battleground.
This… I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!
"You…" Solarin glared with such ferocity it could have annihilated the souls of weaker beings. "WILL REGRET THIS, NEMESIS." The light god spat the name of his rival with so much distain that some of the observing demons felt pain.
The lord of heaven turned away, taking the mutilated body of his follower before dashing out of the palace.
"I will allow you to leave unharmed, Solarin. However, the next time we meet, there will be no such courtesies," the ruler of the Nether threatened, no… promised.
Fields of Heaven - Outside Empyrean
His presence was met by the Life God - Vitius, who stared at the body he carried in great shock. "My Lord… is that-"
"Yes." Solarin gave Vitius a hardened glare. "Let all of the heavens know: war has come, and the gods… SHALL DESCEND," his voiced boomed across the air and his power exploding in a massive golden pillar that could have been felt even in other realms. All his efforts to prevent an all-out war was for naught.
No matter what, there will be blood.
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