The small sphere darted through the cosmos at the speed of light, making its way toward an unknown destination chosen by the Mysterious One. While it wasn't sure what awaited it, it sensed that it was something significant. Despite its breakneck pace, the destination was still far away, so the sphere took a moment to observe the celestial bodies stretching out as if to embrace it, perhaps even bestowing a kiss upon its perfectly round and black surface. Though it couldn't see the stars dance, it was certain it could feel the beauty of their performance, one that would continue for the next five years.
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On a planet yet to be named, magic reigns supreme. It is the common thread that ties together all the hills, mountains, plains, and waters, giving shape and purpose to the people and creatures that inhabit them. Magic is not just a tool but a way of life, and those who master it hold the power to shape their own destiny. The key to unlocking this power lies in the mysterious substance known as 'Manna' or 'Mana' - the food of the soul.
Manna is the fuel that powers magic, and its levels in an individual can vary from negligible to enormous. However, mere possession of this substance is not enough to wield magic. One must also possess the 'catalyzer' - imagination or understanding. This elusive quality is what separates the true masters of magic from the novices. The ancient practitioners of magic, in their thirst for knowledge and mystery, created numerous spells and skills. These are passed down through the generations, ensuring that magic never dies out.
However, the path of magic is not an easy one. It is fraught with hardship and danger, and it is the existence of monsters that truly epitomizes this. Monsters are creatures that cannot be categorized as animal or human-like and often display unreasoning violence towards humans and human-likes. These creatures have their origins shrouded in mystery, and despite the best efforts of the people, they remain enigmatic. The only certain thing is that they pose a constant threat to those who seek to master the art of magic.
It is this endless struggle that shapes the people of this Nameless planet. Their world is one of magic and monsters, and they must navigate it with the utmost care and caution. But even amidst the dangers, the people persevere, seeking to unlock the secrets of their world and uncover the truth about its origins.
Those threats were... The monsters. The monsters at the beginning of the Era of Great Discoveries were utterly weak and few both in number and variety.
One such monster was a goo-like creature with metamorphic properties that could assume basic shapes and wore different colors to represent its attribute. Some of these creatures showed minimal intelligence, while others were brainless piles of goo that dissolved anything that came into contact with them. Another type of monster resembled small, grotesque human-like creatures with colors ranging from brown to green. They lived in small groups and sometimes formed tribes due to their social nature, but their aggressive behavior toward humans earned them the title of "Monster."
Emerging from the depths of the oceans, mountains, volcanoes, and vast skies, there existed a monster that posed a colossal threat to humanity. It was none other than the legendary and ancient reptilian creatures known as [𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬], who was believed to have lived alongside the planet since its inception. Their awakening sent shivers down the spine of even the most fearless warriors, for they possessed immense strength, cunning intelligence, and a ferocity that knew no bounds.
To be more precise; the ones that awakened in this era were named [𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞-𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬] by the monstrologist. Not only does this beast possess a high amount of power and mana but high intelligence, capable of communicating with man-likes while also with monsters.
These creatures were later named the [𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬] or [𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚-𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚].
As the sands of time trickled down, the population of monsters burgeoned. Their number grew exponentially, and they evolved at a rapid pace, surpassing their predecessors with newfound skills and magical abilities. The origins of these abilities remained shrouded in mystery, causing many to speculate about their source.
Some believed that these creatures were born with their powers, but they never encountered as many monsters as they do now, making it impossible to gauge their true potential. Others believed that the monsters developed their abilities in response to the exponential growth of humanity's magical prowess. Yet, some postulated that the gods imbued the monsters with their magical powers as retribution for humanity's treacherous behavior.
However, the truth was far simpler than what many had imagined. The monsters, like the humans, learned from their experiences and adapted to the ever-changing world around them. The more intelligent monsters, those with consciousness, realized that they too could create spells and skills, just like the humans. They learned from every encounter, studied the mistakes of both sides and continuously improved their skills and magical abilities.
The monsters understood that if they combined their unique features and abilities with the learned magic, they could overpower their rivals with ease. This led to the monsters dominating the humans in their own game, a situation so dire that even the military struggled to cope with the continuous raids.
It was only through the intervention of a man with exceptional mana and talent that the situation was brought under control. This wise individual emerged from the farmlands and rallied the people to defend their homeland against the monster's relentless onslaught. With great rewards, he established a training ground for the people to hone their skills, preparing them to face the ever-growing monster threat.
In days of yore, a covert coalition of families and communities delved into the exploration of diverse magical forms, shielded from public scrutiny. However, the clandestine nature of their experimentation meant that it lacked the structure and resources necessary to flourish, leading to its eventual disbandment or marginalization. The emergence of the most accomplished and daring adventurers of the time served as a clarion call, driving the need for the creation of more prominent and established institutions to study and harness the power of magic. Upon observation, it became apparent that even when attempting to cast the same type of magic, there were at least five different methods, resulting in inconsistent outcomes. This realization led to a pressing need for reform in order to standardize the practice and establish a universal approach. The foremost minds of the age were determined to establish a universal magic system that was not only effective but also easy to cast.
This resulted in the establishment of an institution that not only standardized the practice of magic and their skills but also allowed its practitioners to make a living by protecting citizens, discovering new places, and hunting down monsters for a hefty price that benefited both parties. This idea was so revolutionary that it quickly gained popularity and within a mere six months, its branches had spread to other countries.
The concept of a standardized magical system brought about significant changes in society, as people were now able to learn and master magic with greater ease. The benefits of this new system were not limited to the practitioners of magic but extended to the general populace as well. They were now better protected from the dangers posed by monsters and other supernatural threats and were able to explore new territories with the help of magic users. The institution became a symbol of progress and development, and its influence was felt far and wide.
The given name for this institution is [𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝] and every Adventurer's Guild has the founder's statue with it his quote after the mass success:
"Don't let yourself to strange dragons temptation, be the dragon you wish to talk to in the language of hissing sparks and show the entire world your might." - Imre Basil, The First Adventurer.
Despite the establishment of the Adventurer's Guild and the spread of Universal magic and skills, the delicate balance of the world remained fragile. The embers of chaos still smoldered beneath the surface, waiting for the slightest opportunity to ignite and wreak havoc on a larger scale. Each passing moment brought it closer to the tipping point, where the flames of destruction would consume everything in its path. The future was uncertain, and the people could only hope that they would be ready to face the coming storm.
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Amidst the winding streets of Ulan, also known as the rustic countryside, the boisterous laughter of the people mingled with the symphony of sounds echoing off the walls of wooden houses. The charm of the medieval era was evident in the muddy paths that led to the heart of the town, occasionally punctuated by cobblestones that hinted at the sophistication of times past.
Intriguing stalls stood tall next to the road, and boasted exotic treasures like the liver of a Flying Whale, the limbs of an Orc, and the flesh of an Armored Centipede. These goods served as a testament to the daring journeys that adventurers embarked on in the name of discovery and exploration.
The quaint wooden houses, each adorned with shingled roofs crafted by masterful hands, stood as an ode to the rustic aesthetic. Every tile atop the roofs told a unique story, the artisan's hands etched with the care and skill of an artist.
The sky above was painted a mesmerizing sea blue, adorned with fluffy white clouds vying for supremacy. The fluttering wings of the sparrows, dancing through the sky with effortless grace, added a touch of whimsy to the picturesque landscape.
Beyond the towering walls of the city, a group of laborers emerged from the verdant fields, adorned in humble garb reminiscent of the bygone era. Clad in rustic sarks and with wooden pitchforks and scythes slung over their broad shoulders, the workers made their way homeward as the sun beat down on their calloused skin. With cheerful banter and joyful camaraderie, they trekked along the winding path, their spirits lifted by the warm, golden rays of the sun. As the temperature rose, some loosened their sarks, allowing the gentle breeze to kiss their perspiring bodies. Having fulfilled their quota for the month, the laborers reveled in the satisfaction of a job well done, having scythed ten jugerums of lucerns with tireless perseverance.
[1 Jugerum = 0,5755 ha/hectares. I choose the Viennese Jugerum for this. Otherwise, it would be closer to 1⁄4 ha if I had chosen the Roman Jugerum.]
"Aw... my back hurts like hell!" - One of them groaned in theatrical pain as he gently caressed the mentioned aching point on his broad and sweaty back.
A man in the group quickened his steps to catch up to this mischievous young one, hitting him at that spot as he caught up. "I don't think you should be the one who has the right to proclaim your troubles from the housetop as we elders do not even groan the slightest, son!" - He laughed as he hit him once more. Now the youngster showed a pained face. There was no need to act as he demonstrated the real deal.
"I had a hunch you would show up, Gerald." - He did not have to turn his head to realize his father's friend was the perpetrator of this act of violent joke.
"Hey, what's it now?" - He slightly leaned closer to the teenage boy who relentlessly tried to not show his face. "Why don't you show your face? Perchance your back really aching?" - He chuckled once more as he outwinged the boy from his left side.
"Will you ever stop foolin' around? This is ridiculous!" - Another man questioned with a generous smile on his face. "That was the same reason why we couldn't come home earlier." - He continued with a slight bend in his smile.
"Oh, let them be, Kai!" - One of the elders of the group raised his thunderous voice. "As long as they don't harm anyone, it will be fine." - He then placed his free hand on his chin with a grin. "Also, I wanna see what this little guy ends up doing next, he is hilarious when he gets into an awkward situation." - He chuckled heartily as they continued their march to the gates of the city.
"Seriously, don't tell me you're into this kind of thing..." - Kai's palm slowly made its way through his face as his utter disappointment greatly grew in his heart.
"I have to agree with you on this, Kai..." - A man with a goatee replied. Kai's head quickly rotated to the source of the voice with glistening eyes. "It is indeed ridiculous..." - He nodded with a certain look on his face; however, what came hit him under the belt. "This is ridiculously enjoyable to even listen to!" - He exclaimed with a wide grin.
Kai's trust was once more shattered as his image of his fellow human neighbors.
"Could you just... not, Levy?" - He groaned painfully at this betrayal while he chuckled.
"Ok, it was enough for everyone! Can you just walk home normally like other human beings?" - The other elder in the group was tired of this noisy nonsense. It was readable from his tone of voice.
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"Ah, finally! At least Hugo is still-" - He couldn't even finish his train of thought as he was interrupted.
"I'm talking to you, Kai!" - Hugo pointed at him with a grumpy face that could send even the undead to the afterlife.
"Hah- What?!" - With wide eyes bulging out from their sockets, he greatly raised his voice, resulting in a weird crack in it. "I just said they should stop-" - The elder stopped him once more as he lifted his hand.
"You still don't understand it, Kai? Life is something that you shouldn't waste on formalities and orderliness. You should take every opportunity to enjoy yourself until you reach the limits of well-being. We live in a world where we can die at any moment from monsters, don't forget that." - Hugo's wise words echoed through Kai's head with bitterness as he found this fact to be true, yet he couldn't accept that order meant nothing to these people. He just sighed, knowing he had lost the argument.
"Whatever..." - He said softly, looking away with a rebellious expression shadowed by the beams of the warm sun.
"Hey, don't worry; I feel you, man. Sometimes it's a bit much for my taste, including these pranks." - Another teenage boy agreed with Kai's opinion, declaring his stance with a bittersweet smile. Some agreed while others cast strange looks at him.
To these individuals, the playful pranks and laughter that often permeate their work are an integral part of their daily routine. However, despite their shared love for mischief, there are those within their group who recognize that some antics simply do not belong in the workplace. Despite these disagreements, they remain steadfast in their loyalty to one another, bound by a common thread that unites them all: walking.
Indeed, it all begins with walking. There is something inherent in the act of walking that allows us to experience life in all of its richness and complexity. As we traverse through the world, we bear witness to the great and small events that shape our existence. Each step brings us closer to new experiences, new people, and new perspectives. And though these individuals may not be aware of it, they have come to appreciate the beauty of life's unfolding before them with each stride they take.
For it is through walking that we uncover life's most precious moments, those that sparkle like diamonds, emeralds, and pearls among the endless debris of our daily lives. And as time continues its relentless march forward, these individuals will treasure the memories of their shared experiences, knowing that they were brought together by something as simple yet profound as the act of walking.
As the group made their way toward the city of Ulan, their lively chatter filled the air around them. But their happy banter was short-lived, as they noticed something strange happening in the sky above them. The bright sun, which had been shining so heartily just moments before, was now partially blocked by a massive form that was moving rapidly toward the city.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld the sight of a giant lizard soaring through the air. This was no ordinary creature, but the legendary beast feared and revered in equal measure by people throughout the land. Its appearance was both wondrous and terrifying, as its mighty wings sliced through the clouds and carried it ever closer to its destination.
As the dragon drew nearer, its massive silhouette cast a shadow over the land below, a reminder of the immense power and majesty of this ancient creature. Its scales glinted in the sunlight, sparkling with an unearthly beauty that left the onlookers awestruck.
Normally, people would stop and marvel at the sight of such a creature, but the situation was far from normal. The sudden appearance of the dragon was a portent of danger, a warning that something terrible was about to happen. As they watched in awe and fear, the dragon approached the city of Ulan, and they could only wonder what fate awaited the people in the city.
"A d-dragon? How is this possible?" - One of them panicked, dropping his pitchfork and gaping at the frightening sight.
"Oh boy, I didn't mean this particular moment." - Hugo said, cringing and hesitating as he slowly pulled his hat over his head, his words ending the sentence that seemed to have summoned the beast.
"Hey, didn't the Kingdom and the dragons establish a non-aggression pact for the next forty years?" - Bahn, the elder, asked with an anxious tone and frightened eyes.
Under the non-aggression pact, both sides agreed not to enter each other's territory without permission, to respect each other's territorial integrity, try and refrain from using force, threats, or intimidation against each other. Both sides also agreed not to use their forces to threaten each other or engage in any hostile acts that would undermine peace and security. Finally, both sides undertook not to support any activity that would be considered an act of aggression against the other.
In other words, violating this non-aggression pact was an act of declaring war again, after the twenty-year peace that reserved the Kingdom of Trifan's influence throughout other nations.
"Maybe it was broken. You know, King II. Barbarossa Thedoseus recently died, so his son Trinfanianus Thedoseus must be the culprit, knowing how Barbarossa tried to make sure this contract stays in place." - Levy tried to find a proper answer to explain this act. As he ended his sentence, he realized this only brought up more questions. What was the motive? What was the notion? Was Trinfanianus that idiotic to let a nation get scrambled by the claws of these mighty beasts?
"What the hell! This can't be real!" - Another one exclaimed with disbelief on his face, while cold sweats began to overwhelm his cheeks, finding the answer absurd.
"But it is also a possibility that the dragons are the ones who took advantage of this weakness and destroyed this kingdom. How clever of them." - Kai stated with a blunt face, trying to hide the fact that he was as, maybe more scared than others.
"It can't be. They were the ones who gave us this opportunity! I heard from Johan that they even stated that they are not interested in these lands!" - Levy shot down Kai's further arguments with a stingy stare. Kai just shrugged.
"Y-ya' know, we can't be sure, just sayin'." - Kai finished the sentence just as the dragon arrived at its pitiable destination.
The people of the town watch in horror as the dragon swoops in and lights up the sky with its fiery breath. The suddenly erected defense by the local military and the adventurers was more than a scuff toward this sacred beast as it roared with such power that the shingles of the houses flew away.
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒!" - The dragon bellowed, its roar echoing across the fields of freshly harvested lucerne and nearly ripe wheat. "𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒!" - Its voice shook the ground beneath their feet, causing some of the farmers to stumble and fall to the ground. The dragon's eyes glowed brightly with a fierce, unbridled rage, and the heat emanating from its massive body was almost suffocating. The citizens and defense force, now completely terrified and horrified, could only watch helplessly as the dragon prepared to unleash its wrath upon them.
Then the mighty dragon pupilless yellow eyes flashed.
"[𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑!]" - The dragon yellow pupils shone with brightness.
As a reddish aura began to circulate over the dragon's mouth, the adventurers quickly warned the citizens to hide themselves. But before they could finish their instructions, the dragon unleashed a torrent of flames that could instantly melt metals and reduce people to ashes in mere seconds.
The once-cheerful town was now filled with bitter and painful screams as chaos reigned supreme, and the dragon towered over the people, watching as the city burned to the ground. The group heard everything, the sounds of destruction and despair, and they knew that everything was lost.
Their families, jobs, homes, and their entire homeland were gone in an instant. Some of them fell to their knees, unable to believe the devastation before them. The image of the burning city was carved into their minds, reflected in their tear-filled eyes like diamonds.
As the dragon crashed through buildings with its powerful claws and wings, sending debris flying in all directions, the once-jocose teenager began to run towards certain death, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Hey! Where are you heading?! Come back here right this instant!" - Seeing that his words wouldn't reach the kid's ears, Gerald quickly ran after him and caught him by the neck just as he tried to escape.
The teen protested by showcasing his foot technique in the form of squirming, but it was in vain. However strongly he stomped on Gerald's foot, he did not budge.
"H-Hey! Let me go!" - He angrily firmed at his senior, who was both older and worked with his father.
"You only ran to your death! You idiotic puppy! What the hell were you thinking?!" - Gerald yelled at his friend's son, who still tried to escape his grasp.
"My mother and father are in danger as well as my sisters! I can't let this happen!" he said angrily. "CANNOT LOSE THEM! LET ME GO, YOU PIECE OF-" - He screamed fiercely, but it was quickly shot down by the occlusive grip tightening around his neck. He tried to gasp for air, but it was in vain.
"SHUT IT! YOU IMBECILE!" - Gerald yelled at the kid with a parental tone. "DON'T YOU THINK EVERYONE HERE IS ALSO WORRIED ABOUT THEIR FAMILIES' WELL-BEING? HUH?" - The boy still struggled even in this situation. "I DON'T WANT TO ADMIT IT, BUT THIS IS A LOST CAUSE ALREADY! THE TOWN WILL BE WIPED OUT IN SECONDS... WE ARE NOTHING MORE AGAINST THIS MONSTER THAN DUST! OUR DEATH WOULD BE MEANINGLESS!" - Tears began to flow down his dry and rough face. "Your father would slice me in two if I let you die there." - He declared jokingly, trying to ease this tragedy as he wiped his tears off, easing his grasp on the boy.
The boy finally stopped his attempts to escape as he looked down. Finally, after wreaking havoc, the dragon soared into the sky and away, leaving behind a burning, destroyed the town in its wake.
"What did those innocent people do? What did our families do to evoke the hatred of those beasts?" - The boy questioned Gerald, who did not know the answer to this heavy question.
Gerald's voice was heavy with defeat as he released the boy from his grasp. He sank to his knees, his heart shattered into a million pieces, unable to fathom the reason behind the dragon's rampage. His frustration boiled over, and he clenched his fists, feeling helpless and angry at the same time.
After a few moments of silence, Gerald spoke with a determined tone. "I may not know why this happened, but I swear on the lives lost that I will avenge them. I will do everything in my power to take down that dragon, no matter what the cost."
His words were spoken with passion, but they also carried an air of foolishness. It was clear to everyone around him that taking on a dragon, especially one that had destroyed an entire town, was a nearly impossible task.
Yet, in that moment of despair, Gerald's words gave hope to those around him. They saw the fire in his eyes and felt the determination in his voice, and they knew that if anyone could make the impossible possible, it was him.
The boy gradually stood up The boy stood up and extended his hand to Gerald, both to assist him to his feet and to pledge his allegiance to this seemingly unwinnable fight. "Count me in, Gerald!" - He declared with determination blazing in his teary eyes. With a little hesitation, Gerald reached his hand as well, shaking it with confidence as he stood up slowly seeing how his words affected the people around him. He was the beacon of hope in the darkness that everyone needed right now.
Gerald couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's declaration. "Well, at least I can see what you're about to do." - He quipped, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I have a sneaking suspicion that you would only do jack-shit insane stuff if I didn't look after you."
As the group stood together, a palpable sense of determination filled the air, thick with the promise of action and the possibility of victory. One by one, the members stepped forward, offering their allegiance to Gerald's cause. The first to speak up was a man who had overheard their conversation from a distance. He raised his hand and declared, "Let me join!"
His words were followed by another's, "Me too!" - And then yet another's. "Yeah, even if we can't do anything right now, we might find a way to defeat this monster!" - Hugo, one of the most outspoken members of the group, closed in on Gerald and declared his agreement, his voice brimming with conviction.
Levy, on the other hand, remained skeptical. "We should join the army then." - He suggested, his voice laced with disbelief. "But I don't think we'll be strong enough to kill that big-ass lizard anyway. You know, we're not working in the fields by accident."
Despite Levy's skepticism, Kai remained resolute in his determination. He stepped forward with a calm and collected expression, unfazed by the doubts of his companion. "This doesn't outright disprove the fact that we might have the potential to become... adventurers."
Levy was taken aback by Kai's optimism, his eyes widening in surprise. "Woah!" - He exclaimed. "I did not expect you to be this optimistic about this. Adventurers? What the hell? We do not possess the capabilities to use skills or magic! As I said, we are not here because of an accident!" - He scratched his neck in awkwardness, unsure of how to proceed.
Undeterred, Kai continued to make his case. "You do not know until you go through the examinations! I refuse to sit idly by and let whoever is responsible for this madness get away with it!" - He declared. "Even if we aren't the strongest or adventurer material right now, joining an adventurer guild would at least give us some agency in this situation. Otherwise, we'll just end up as cannon fodder for the Royal Army. So, I should ask... Would you rather become meatshield for the stronger, or you'll become this potential 'stronger' individual?" - He said as his face slowly approached Levy's cheeks with every word flying out of his mouth.
"Well, I'm not against it..." - Levy said with a slightly frightened face. Even thinking about the existence of a meat shield terrified him, as so as the others.
Hugo cut in with a fist raised. "Then... Let's do that, boys!" The others followed suit, their fists raised in a show of solidarity, except for Kai, Levy, Gerald, and the teenage boy, Paul.
In the midst of despair, the group had found a glimmer of hope, a flickering ember of light that illuminated the path ahead. They had come together to fight a seemingly insurmountable foe, united by a shared sense of purpose and a fierce determination to emerge victorious. Despite their differences and the obstacles that lay ahead, they remained resolute in their resolve to make a difference, challenge the status quo, and to forge a new path forward.
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In an old chapel, in the burning town of Ulan, a majestic pipe organ is playing the iconic Toccata and Fugue by a mysterious purple-hooded individual. Flames from the roaring fire flicker against the walls and dance around the room, sending shadows across the floor. The smell of burning benches fills the air as they line the walls of the chapel and cast a warm light on the stained glass windows that surround the room. As the music reaches its crescendo, the flames reach high, illuminating the beautiful pipe organ and the stained glass windows with a golden glow. The atmosphere is filled with awe and reverence as the majestic melody of the Toccata and Fugue soothes the soul and creates an unforgettable experience... that only the dead could 'live through.'
The hooded figure smiled with satisfaction as he finished this beautiful play.
"Our lord's plan is working out perfectly as we expected it!" - The figure stated. "Soon, this world will crumble under the might of the embodiment of perfectness... Even those pesky lizards will bow down and show their gratitude and respect toward the Lord of Lords..." - With a grin that touched almost both of his ears, he stood up and vanished before the beautiful ceiling that contained many saints and saint-likes fallen upon the beautiful silver organ.