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Inside the inner sanctum of the sanctuary lays the throne of the divine,a masterpiece to behold. An ivory chair piece covered with thousands upon thousands of the blades of those who had opposed the Divine and were layed to waste by his might. I sit upon it presiding over the valley of screams and soon much more. I sit looking out into the wastes of the valley of screams then I hear it....i hear him,the Divine speaking in the wind from his sacred home through the thresholdA warrior comes soon to the land that lives. He is Ignan,he is your Ignan Lord Marshal. Find him,tell him his name. He will know you come from the truth.....Ignan I hear whispered to me as I mouth the name."as you so command my Divine." I say crossing my right arm diagonally across my chest. I raise from the throne and walk out onto the balcony that overlooks the valley that is only assessible through the inner sanctum. As my mind focus' on the area i wish to go to I am enveloped in a burst of bright Divine light and with that I am on my way to find this Ignan the divine spoke of.
It is late at night in the human world as the darkness is cut with a bright flash of light fills the area on the top of a building. The cold concrete crackss under the massive pressure of reishi as I set down. I place the hood of my cloak up to hide my spirit pressure. "now to fins this lost and wayward soul." I say to myself looking around
It is late at night in the human world as the darkness is cut with a bright flash of light fills the area on the top of a building. The cold concrete crackss under the massive pressure of reishi as I set down. I place the hood of my cloak up to hide my spirit pressure. "now to fins this lost and wayward soul." I say to myself looking around