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...
As they arrive near the tomb's location, they witness the source of the corruption spreading throughout Mortmundus.
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The sky above the tomb was entirely black. Watchers flocked to their deaths, their blood fuelling the very destruction of the world. Nine undead floated around the tomb, arranged in a circular pattern, each the same distance apart from one another. Together, they had concentrated their power and fired a beam of energy from each of their weapons into an undead that was floating in the middle of the circle. This undead was convulsing in agony, letting out ear-piercing shrieks.
Bazren: No...
Xayn: Tentoria...
A beam of dark magic had shot down from the skies, painfully piercing her. It had landed directly on Raxyas' tomb. It was this beam the watchers flocked to, dying as they came in contact with it. With each dying watcher, tar poured out of them. The void was seeping out and, once in contact with the beam, seemed to displace space and time themselves. Unfortunately, some of the tar was caught up in the beam and sucked into the skies above, causing it to rain down from the skies and infect the inhabitants of Mortmundus. Moreover, with each dying watcher, Tentoria's mind overflowed with her lost memories, causing her to become completely disoriented and overwhelmed. They had to rescue her, and soon.
Suddenly, one of the nine undead seems to notice the trio.
Zank (Naizk): Ilka! They are here!
Ilkatorza turned to him and answered.
Ilkatorza: So. It would seem all the pieces fell to their places in the end, didn't they, Raxyas?
He descends to greet them, leaving the other undead to continue channelling energy into the portal.
Raxyas: The eyes... A different goal... Having dozens of members... It was all a hoax. Wasn't it, Zal'kator? Aborbing the shards of my soul even managed to nullify my attunement... It has been your group all along.
Zal'kator laughs.
Zal'kator (Ilkatorza): You've grown taller, Raxyas! Well, at last you see us for who we are. You sure took your time... I cannot begin to fathom the hatred you must have against us. But know this: from the beginning, our goal was one and one only: rev-
Raxyas steps closer to him. He towered over Zal'kator.
Raxyas: Revenge. Right? With a pinch of "fuck everyone else", too. Even if what it takes to punish those who wronged you is the souls of everyone living in this world it still doesn't matter. You'd gladly pay any price.
Zal'kator grins.
Zal'kator: True.
Raxyas: Well all your boxes, all your plans... They will all be for naught. It all ends now.
As Raxyas attempts to grab Zal'kator, he dodges and jumps backwards.
Raxyas: ... Last time I saved you for last. This is only one of the many things that I'm about to do differently.
