living beings on the continent may not
suffice to create a deity I understand
thus the best course of action is to
slay Gods killing a God and then
becoming one is indeed a strategy but if
one cannot attain godhood how does one
kill a god this is the Dilemma we are
currently striving to over overcome
nevertheless regardless of the outcome
the magical potion system we have
pioneered will undoubtedly secure our
names in history this is a foregone
conclusion we tread upon a path of glory
and although our endeavors represent
merely the tip of the iceberg of his
majesty ozu's lifetime of Marshall
exploits it is enough for us to take
pride in indeed it is sufficient Point 2
years later I in a desolate expanse the
Earth trembles and a skeletal arm bursts
forth from the soil tightly clutching
the ground bringing forth a complete
skeleton with a rush an endless wave of
deathly Aura surges forth as a figure
draped in tattered Rags stands
resolutely in the Wasteland turning to
gaze into the distance who am I doubt
the skeleton inspects its own hands then
stares vacantly into the Horizon it
recalls a city that once stood there the
direction in which the skeleton gazes
has now become a wasteland it takes a
step forward gradually approaching the
ruins which appear to have been in
disrepair for years as it walks upon the
debris of collapsed structures the
skeleton's Consciousness begins to ache
memories flooding back to the Forefront
of its mind this is Raising its head the
skeleton sees a toppled bell tower ahead
hanging from the tower is a skeletal
figure lacking a head yet the garments
and necklace it Bears suggest it was
once a woman the sight of that necklace
pierces the skeleton's nerves Kalia the
Royal necklace that is that is the flame
of the Soul within the skeleton's eyes
intensifies trembling as it reaches out
its arms with great effort I remember
now I am mes the illustrious third
Inspector General what has transpired
what on Earth has happened for reasons
unknown the flame of the soul in msa's
eyes suddenly flickers oh gold was it
you a cool evening Breeze brushes by
leaving ms's Frozen in place standing
there until Darkness envelopes the land
only when the bright moon hangs high
does he slowly raise his arms gradually
he begins to hear the cries of the Dead
their whales their mournful laments and
their Furious Roars countless voices
swirl within his mind refusing to
dissipate you suffer greatly do you not
the flame of the soul in Moses's eyes
blazes fiercely your pain your hatred
your Fury I mses shall inherit them all
next I shall pass judgment upon the
Sinners fellow compatriots I implore
your forg foress for what I am about to
do I shall desecrate your remains so
please lend me your strength msa's hands
clenched tightly and once again the
earth quakes countless skeletal arms
burst forth from the soil hundreds of
thousands of Undead rise from beneath
the ground their eyes Hollow devoid of
the flame of the sold msa's figure
begins to float and in his youth he
feared necromancers for they had taken
his family I in adulthood he loathed
necromancers for the suffering they
inflicted upon the world I in his old
age he envied necromancers and now in
death he has become one do malus
wandered among the spirits of The
Departed yet was suddenly struck by the
scant number of souls he encountered
once this city boasted a population
nearing
800,000 now however it scarcely numbered
15,000 where had the others vanished
mulus turned his gaze toward the Horizon
before he could proceed he needed to
ascertain who had wrought destruction
upon the Empire who had sullied the name
of the Kalah royal family and what had
become of gula a remote Village mulus
dawned a black robe shrouding his Visage
and form within its folds he approached