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-From the Author  (Originally uploaded Dec 16, 2022)

Art Pov

'How long has it been.' I thought as I continued to trudge along the scorched dirt. Searching for any sign of life that could have survived. The sky was a foggy grey as thunder rumbled in the distance.

Regis, in his large wolf form walked silently next to me with his gaze cast downward.

All that training. all that suffering for what. I didn't even get to spend the little time I had enjoying this new life.

I was dragged here by force and struggled to catch up to the powers that controlled all of our fates.

And here I was, finally victorious. Standing above so called deities. I was capable of feats only told in myths and legends. But what did I have to show for it.

Reaching down I grasp for the ash and dirt.

....This.....this was a living thing once..... It had hopes and dreams of the future. Plans for their children. I let the ash flutter away in the wind.

When I return they called me their savor, they saw me as their new god. And I have failed all of them.

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I can still see them. My friends, comrades, family.... They all trusted me.... me. I never deserved any of their trust and love. I was a coward who only solved things through my strength.

Tess was right. Fighting is the only thing I was good at and I hid behind it. I tried being a good son, brother, friend, and lover. But deep down I knew what I truly was.

Regis placed a paw on my knees in an effort to calm me. But he knew better than anyone the emotions and memories that ate away at me.

My storage rune glowed to life as a small fist sized orb appeared. It was a gleaming white, almost like a miniature sun. But withing it was a slight purpleish hue underlying it's magnificent glow.

"You sure bout this?" Regis asked. But it was unnecessary, he already knew.

"We have no reason to live, might as well try something." I finally opened my mouth to talk in what felt like years. Maybe it really had been years.

"It stupid and suicidal." "Exactly what I'm aiming for." I immediately shot back.

Regis silently drifted into my core. Activating his own god runes to make up for my lack of vivium aether arts.

I felt my back warm up as I channeled massive amounts of aether into them. Tightening my grip on the mana core I focus on the aether arts etched deep inside of it.

Either this succeeds or I explode in an aetheric fireball.

Closing my eyes I feel for the surrounding aether, letting it guide me as much as I guided it. The ambient aether had a mind of its own. Only being able to be slightly influenced by beings.

But I had no such limitations. Utilizing all of my godrunes and the mana core all three branches of aether were in my hands. Time, space, and life itself.

It was painful both physically and mentally. The strain of sustaining all of my godrunes felt as if my body was burning up and a warhammer was repeatedly smashing down on my brain.

'Ummm Arthur.' Regis called out.

Looking in towards my core he was losing aether faster than he could absorb from my core. He was slowly losing his form.

But he and I knew it was too late to stop now. I just had to finish this quick.

Reopening my eyes my vision is flooded by seas of purple. I could feel my stomach churn as it threatened to throw back out the contents of my insides.

Focusing more aether into my eyes I could vaguely see them. Thin strands of deeper purple that seem to go on for miles.

'Huh, just like you said you crazy chicken.'

I didn't even have time to think. Trusting the aether to guide me I reach out for the closest strand as my vision is engulfed in black.