“The night is cold, yet this world is about to be lit on fire.” said a mysterious figure standing on top of a mountain, facing towards the moon.

“If it weren’t for this world, I wouldn’t have had so much fun, so is this the power equivalent to god?” said the mysterious figure as they turned around.

In front of the figure was a shrine that had two coffins. The coffins had carvings on them and were dirty. They showed signs of being uncared for. The shrine itself had carvings that were written in an ancient language. These carvings were glowing an ominous blue light as if they were imbued with magic.

The mysterious figure approached the coffins, its black cloak dragged along the snowy ground. The figure places their hand on one of the coffins.

“This emptiness that I’ve felt… 13 years old ago… it’s as if half of me was torn away, yet I can still feel that part of me on some days.”

The mysterious figure approached the glowing carvings. The carvings looked like they were etched on by the claws of some giant creature. They were poorly made yet had a sense of beauty in them.

The mysterious figure turned around looking at the two coffins.

“It’s still a few months early, but it’s time to start the clock.”

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The mysterious figure lifted their hands, and a black orb appeared without the need for particles. When the black orb shot from the hand is split into two and enchanted the coffins. The coffins then glowed an ominous black aura before opening revealing two bodies being lifted by magic.

The bodies were old and mummified, but as the ominous aura began to cover their bodies, the skins and armor of the remains began to restore to a new state.

As the bodies began to become anew, life began to appear in their eyes, and as mysterious white orbs began to enter them. The bodies hovered during this entire process. When the process of restoring them was complete, they were slowing lowered onto the ground. When the boots of the bodies touched the ground, the expression of the bodies began to liven up as if they were awaked from a long slumber.

The two bodies looked at each other than at themselves then back at each other.

“Sister, it seems we have been revived.” said the body with a feminine looking armor.

“Yes brother, it does seem like we have been revived.” said the other body with the masculine-looking armor.

“But why have we been revived, after all, we did die while attempting to pillage the rich bastard’s treasury?”

“I don’t, why don’t we just ask that mysterious figure in the black cloak over there, they might know something.”

“Hey, you!” said the body with the masculine-looking armor. “Do you know why we are alive right now?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Obvious? Look I don’t know what kind of shit you are trying to pull but-”

“I revived you guys in order to complete your mission.”

“Well, in that case, I would like to humbly thank you.”

“No need to thank me,'' said the figure. “Now I must take my leave.” said the figure as they started to fade into the night.

“Liberalitas.”

“Yes, Gratia?”

“I don’t trust that figure one bit, but if they are telling the truth then we must complete our mission…”

“Understood sister…”