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!EGl50Sr6go 01/22/12(Sun)00:23 No.17626888You hate this place. You HATE it. You hate the idea behind it. This hate burns into your very existence, pouring from your body in a cleansing white fire. Nearing the main street, you can almost hear the screams in agony as you cross the threshold, setting ablaze the buildings before it could mount another mental attack on you.
Faster still you rode, the rocks splitting and turning molten under the raging hooves of Mercy. Searing the filth from the face of the world, you explode out the other side, the entire town in a roaring inferno.
The groans and cracks of burning timber can be heard, then the fire seems to reach a critical point and a blood boiling scream raises up into the air. The fire swirls up and up until it has become a firestorm, erasing the town from existence. In the midst of the torrent of fire and scream, the red face rears up from the center, and glares at you as it burns into oblivion.
You watch as it slowly fades with the rest of the town, leaving a pile of truly firebombed buildings. You gaze at your work, and think of what exactly just happened there. Magic shouldn't be capable of this. Advances in the arts must have come considerable way to be able to create an entirely new school of magic.
You are saddened by some of the truths that the wraiths whispered to you, but you would be damned to let some of the false ones come true. |