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A wasteland stretches endlessly , the depiction of ruin and Desolation . Corpses of fallen men and women spread all over the plain. The ground drinks the blood of the fallen. Swords, spears, bows, daggers and weapons of every form and size litter all over the battlefield. Craters firmes from large impacts, pieces of the elements spread everywhere. The space distorts, the corpses of the warriors are swallowed into the void held within. The bodies, vessels once filled with life of humans, elves, dwarves, demons, beastmen and races of the world in which these warriors are apart of .
In the sky ,the space shatters as titans of great power fight against one another. One of human attributes fights with a sword of great beauty and power, a single swing splits mountains in two, a being if otherworldly beauty moves with a light of ultimate iridescence.
A demon of horrific looks razes the hills to the ground, all around beings of great power fight, some against each other, others against invisible enemies hidden in the void.
And from the ground I look up at this madness, this work of chaos, what happened?
Why?Why? Why? Why? Why?
What went wrong,? This shouldn't have happened, we won. Didn't we?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
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At the same time the battle goes on another figure stands in a cage of pure untouched light, The figure crystal out in pain, the torment fo a thousand souls hears in it's wail.
Outside of this cage beings no not beings, laws of various powers clash against each other . The world falls before the figure's eyes .
The ground shakes with a a single movement of these entities. As the figure stays in the cage filled with pain down to the depth of the soul ,the clashes get stronger.
'Why?Why?Why?Why?Why? '
'What did I do?'
'Why?Why?Why?Why?
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Finally,it seems the world has had enough.
The special distortions turn into rifts. The sun explodes, volcanoes erupt, the waves rush .
Suddenly, time stops every law and every entity stops moving and through our the whole world two hearts can be herd beating in tandem, the heart of the battlefield and the heart of the cage.
Suddenly giant hands that look like constellations descend on the earth and hold it, each taking a piece of reality out.
Just when it seems like everything is taken out, one set of hands, smaller than the rest take hold of the figures of the battlefield and of the cage and words are whispered into their ear.
"The pavilion closest to the lake enjoys the moonlight first".
And just like that the whole world fades unseen by no one but the two figures.