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Viewer Discretion : Violence

In the city of ████ █████████, a man spent the remainder of his days with his family. Time has long passed since the reign of Kahrethaya Augier, where the Seibalathian-Ardenaraian war had concluded in the former’s defeat, turned into a slave-state to fuel the Sacred Kingdom’s decadence. He was one of the rare few that turned away from it all, in the dusk of Ardenarai’s victory, he deserted to the countryside, never to be found by his own family. The man sealed away his own legacy, the root of all evils.

Though the town had come under regular Ardenaraian slave-inspections, he was fairly dismissed as one of the local Serren. His identity wasn’t found out, and with it, he managed to woo one of the locals and built a second life to make-up for all the mistakes he committed.

Before his eyes, the man's wife was ignorant, spending its last moments of life strolling across the street. He heard a wet snap, followed by exasperated screeching in the distance. A flare overhead lit the sky in hues of scarlet, none other than the eye of ██████. It looked to all except him, passing down judgment for a crime of..

Thorny vines came out of the ground in thousands, biting into his child’s flesh. Before it could send out screams, their lungs were crushed from the inside. Soon, its body curled, and its limbs twisted beyond recognition, pulled apart like tissue, and came the distinguishing *SNAP*. The vines retreated as to ponder their amalgamated creation. In a matter of seconds, his wife was transformed into a drooling animal bereft of proper form, a mangled corpse not allowed its rest. Those around him shared the same demented fate, all but him.

He knew it had something with his lineage, the man was an Aldrnalfar, and the rest were but mere beastmen, as were the woman he loved. Though, even this level of cruelty was unusual in the kingdom. The man wasn’t sure what was to be gained from such wanton, senseless slaughter. It cannot be █████████, for he is a just person looked up to by everyone. For such atrocity to be committed to innocents, it was but a mere act of blind rage. There’s no use to killing them.

“Hgai…Lugdd..yhu…” His beloved spake garbled words to him. It had a familiar face of warmth. Like a puppy, that corpse-thing nuzzled against his leg. Wet drool coated the man’s shoes “Lhud…Lhud… lhyud…. Lugg… Liuhhd… Luhhvd.. Lahhb…. Luba….. Lubbh”

The man trembled, placing his palm upon his beloved. Through his rudimentary carnomancy, he attempted to reshape her with the best of his memories. Like water with no container, the thing was bereft of an identity to hold itself in one piece. It was certainly alive, this thing was alive.

In frustration against futility, the man accidentally clenched hand over her head, crushing it like playdough. Its innards splattered into the man’s face and onto the ground, much to his horror.

“No… No… I… It’s an accident… No.. fh.. NO” He panickedly tried gathering the brains. The man’s certain he can simply piece it together, magic breaches the realms of impossibility after all. Other of those things, six, began closing their positions. The man tried shoving them away.

A particularly agile corpse-thing lurched into them, and snatched away the leg of his beloved. Out of arm's reach, it tenderly bit into its melted flesh, peeling away its skin with elegant butchery. Not wanting to see his beloved’s memories be further defiled, he unholstered a pistol from his waist, and fired upon his beloved, emptying the gun’s six-bullet magazine on it. Soon, it was all set ablaze by the triggered spell-bullets, incinerating the only one that would remember him. The corpse-things moved on with clear apathy towards both him and the flames, one even accidentally setting itself on fire, perishing the same pointless death.

In the remains of a forgotten city, A man cried in despair.