“Do as I ask and you will meet the man who will realize your dream.”
“So be it.”
In the heart of a roaring inferno lay one of Eisene’s venerable cathedrals. A kaleidoscope of colors danced across the scene as flames and the glow from countless candles played upon the stained glass, painting the solemn atmosphere with an otherworldly light.
A man sat before the altar, spinning a spear on his fingertip as he waited by a cold and lifeless body.
The tableau before him heralded the prologue of a grand narrative. Firstly a new hero bound for this broken world. Second, a villain to act as the reagent necessary for the spark of change. Then last but not least, a sacrifice required to set the entire world ablaze. A phoenix to emerge from the ashes of despair, to be reborn hellbent on a dark path of revenge. In essence, a soul is inbound to be led astray.
The evil that the world requires to destroy a greater evil. To that end, someone must be sacrificed and him and him alone, Kiscl Korosa had to play his part. For his entire life is dedicated to one purpose. Whether it be surrendering the life that he has given up on for years, betraying the comrades that had become as close as blood, or shepherding an innocent soul down the same dark path that he too traverses. A path that threatened to birth an endless sea of corpses, heralding the ruination of mankind, but as long as it will also lead to the death of that man, everything aside from that is utterly inconsequential.
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If there was one regret it would only be that he wouldn't live to see that day come to fruition.
His laughter echoed through the hollow cathedral before ending as abruptly as it began.
Sigh…
He looked to the sky, his face soured as two faces came to mind. The bleak reality of unmarked graves seemed an imminent fate.
“I’m sorry, Sonja, Swizze, I’ll be going first.” He reached for the bottle of wine at his feet, downing the remnants in one swift motion, a solitary tear brushed away. His thoughts then shifted.
Just what kind of man would he be? What kind of aura will he wield? What presence would he hold?
No doubt that he would be incredible, a man destined to stand at the apex of this world.
His wait was short-lived, as the stir of a lone soul breached his fiery barrier.
As the intruder pushed past the cathedral doors, a thin and frail man stood at the entrance. Kiscl blinked over and over, but still, the man was unassuming, wielding no aura or any trace of magic to speak of.
This can't be… this is the man that’ll realize our dreams?!
Kiscl sprang to his feet, the flames around him roared higher with each word.
“What is this farce!!! Who the hell are you supposed to be!?!?”