In a universe where rebirth is as unavoidable as death, to be ripped away from the circle of life and forced to live in limbo is a fate that no soul would wish ever to befall itself. Yet, that is the story of Raxyas. His is one of the many souls con...
A female undead was walking hastily through what seemed to be the hallways of a cathedral. Behind her, was Raxyas. Or rather, the undead whose eyes Raxyas was seeing through. These visions seemed to be the memory of some undead that lived in the citadel a long time ago, and Raxyas was shown a first-person perspective of them.
Familiar male voice: Are you sure the master has left?
Out of his mouth came a voice that, too, sounded familiar. Albeit, he could place neither of them at the time.
Familiar female voice: Well, not exactly... But today is the day, we can wait no longer! The others are waiting for results... If we don't give them something by the end of the day, they will surely cast us out. And we cannot be cast out... Not after all our work.
They reach the end of the corridor and take a turn to the left, where there is a locked, tall metallic door. The female undead had the keys to open it. She does, and they both enter the room, locking the door behind them.
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Her eyes could not be seen, at least not yet. The visions only showed her from the back.
Familiar female voice: Now, place them on the table.
The male undead had been carrying what seemed to be early prototypes of the soul sphere, and places them on the table. They seemed smaller than the devices Raxyas was accustomed to, yet he could tell they were brimming with souls.
Familiar male voice: Do you have it with you?
Familiar female voice: Of course.
The female undead takes out a strange device. It was some kind of rod, decorated with glyphs.
Familar male voice: I'll ready the corpse...
Hanging from the ceiling was a long chain, with a hook at the end. On this hook, the male undead placed what seemed to be a recently deceased watcher, with black blood still dripping from its wounds.
Familiar female voice: Are you prepared?
Familiar male voice: Yes, I'll just-
Before he could finish his sentence, the door's lock turned quickly. It opens even faster, and an undead comes barging in.
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