I warned them, I told that foolish oracle that a plague. No a scourge of demonic filth will be strike our home world with wraith, like a cleansing wave of light.

"Yet they called me a heretic those fools only get once!" I cackle with mad glee as I weave the 8th tier spell glyph on the ground. Even as I keep the image of that world to anchor the dimensional lock.

The place is a shattered mountains of sand heated so hot that it created pillars of glass and stone. The oddest part Was I could not glimpse more through the 7th tier far sight spell glyph. It was enough to know the creators were maybe watching, or just gawking at their mess. Either way they will be the key to the imperials folly.

Time passes in blur as I hope those friends of yours. The group wearing human skin leather robes. Holds long enough to set the spell rolling. Glad I have the main chapel of the underground temple to myself to cackle and smile. For I am finally going to avenge all the wrong committed to family. From the rape to mutilation of my wife in front of me. To the morphing of my son before they butchered him and forced me to eat it. Finally giving my daughter to the pantheon's inquisitor order. To buy her from them mentaly broken for as a doll for the third princess to play with.

I care little for the live stock I sacrificed, and yet I feel glad. My good friends actually listened by not bringing slaves. Two hundred various critters from around the area.

With great effort and strain the anchor connecting the dimensions sett causing reality to warp all around the blood soaked room, as I began to buckle because of my old age seen by my white hair. Severe lack of strength and sagging skin. I began to open the gateway four days ride to west east in front of the capital of Yumidark a town know for being a mix race cespit.

All the while a force from what I could guess to be a group of fith tier mages. Were trying to pry my warding open.

Which caused me to focus more on completing the spell before I die and become ash from using to much manna with little control. As my will was slipping with my strength.

Forcing all I have to finish this task. Hoping that my wife and daughter finally can be put rest. Time kept ticking away as the Imperium makes began to rip layer by layer of the barrier. To point you could hear a man on the other side telling someone in a in curaging them to be the one to end this. Yet why do the voices sound so familiar. The thought began to torment my slipping concentration.

By the time I am able to gather my concentration back by shoving the thought aside. My vision was darkening, and yet mumble out of my scared dry lips," I did it, finally..."

A face one I could never forget. One that causes so much ..... guilt? Why when when, it was the Imperium fault. A memory begins to play in your head. It starts off with me thirty years ago or I think. Wish my family well, wait this must be fake, as I head off to investigate some potential ritual sacrifices. No this is all wrong I warned them not the oracle! The memory continues despite my protests. Going from site to site using a sixth tier spell array to track down multiple different bloody ritual sites. This is not me this can't be afterall the emperor set you up. I even kill his progeny who tried to kill me.

Finally I watch as I am ambushed by a group of m..y friends taking my group of 3 guards and the second prince. This, how when they saved me from death, and offered revenge. The memory shows everyone being drugged and told to fight to the death.

Followed by years of illusion shattering facts. One being the food I ate here in the mine compound.

The memory faded as tears began to fall as realization of there being coldness that began to spread from my chest. I see the worn out face of my wife. Who was crying and cradling me in her arms. I choked out as I began to lose control of my mana causing me to start turning to ash. " I did it, finally I am avenged tha..k.

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I looks at the mess of my husband 30 years apart. All to end with him turning to ash from backlash.

Yet I still love this fool, so I shout to the Imperium soldier's as he utters his last words while finally being free. "Grerat, we were to late you foolish dumb ass! The capital is where the gateway will appear."

As the last bit of my husband Tuneral becomes ash I began to join him in turning to ash in hopes my soul folows his. I say my final words, "Tell my children I couldn't be away any longer and to rest well. goodbye my friend." I couldn't help but reminisce on his final words and agree; yes we did it my love. We finally will be together.