
SCROLL FRAGMENT ONE
“Many have forgotten what it was like, but I haven’t. I still remember the crack and rumble of thunder as the very heavens split open, heralding the end of that dreadful war.
“The Earth itself trembled violently as the god fell – struck from his heavenly abode by his own family. Steam roiled off his body as the flames consumed him. The very air was turned toxic and charged with Rhaido’s fury. The memory still persists even in my dreams.
“The Prince, he was called. He fell right through our world to the lesser aether below.
“I remember the Purger, Rodevak de Grook, speaking to my dying father just after the Prince fell. He was just returned from the front lines of what later became the last war between us and the demons, still covered in blood and grime but with a steel sword that glinted in the firelight. He knelt beside the late King Var de Grook the third, my father.
“’What has happened?’ the late King had asked him.
“And he’d answered loudly, gripping the silver medallion around his neck and palming my father’s shoulder to reassure him. ‘The Prince has fallen, brother.’
“I was only seven summers old but that answer had also reassured and given me hope back then, albeit a false hope. The Prince has indeed fallen, but the brutality still exists. Even now, on my death bed, it still infects the world. The world that seems to have forgotten what it was like before and during the war; when those hellish fiends performed all manner of devilry on our kin. The world have forgotten when they slaughtered us like cattle in pens, and this is why people like King Jaron of Poles can enact a law recognizing demons as citizens.
“A new war is upon us, mark my words. The first was won by the grace of our beloved goddess Eudora and the fiery god Fondor, through the Purgers. It was won through the unity of all humans to a common goal. A common goal, along with the help of the gods, that had built a fortress to shelter us.
“But our fortress is crumbling. The Purgers are declining with each passing day, and the unity is no longer. The gods look to their own now. Demons and humans live together in Poles, Merhol and Lytham, working their corruption. Slodoroon trades with them.
“A new war is upon us and this time it won’t be as simple as man against demon. It’ll be neighbors against each other while the demons profit. Let each of us search his soul, and pray that the gods have mercy, for we will have none.”
THE LAST WORDS OF KING LEGOLAM THE JUST OF NIALLI
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SCROLL FRAGMENT TWO
Purgers are supposed to be to goddess Eudora what Knights are to Kings, but on the contrary, they serve humanity and not the goddess.
Bred and raised in magic to be great mages and swordsmen, Purgers are formidable humans. Most of them were castaways, collected and trained at Castle Org, then imbued with magic and sent out to purge the world of demons.
Their order traces back to the days of the war when heroes like Sir Rodevak de Grook and Sir Windsor Riderna led the first Knights under the blessing of goddess Eudora against the demons.
Purgers are divided into classes according to their affinity levels and job description. Purger Knights are field Purgers who journey the continent hunting demons and rogue daemons.
Messengers are resident Purgers who are responsible for alerting the Knights to demonic activity. Most Messengers are retired Knights that rarely see any more action, but their presence in a settlement serves as a deterrent against demons, and as canaries to summon the Knights within the vicinity.
Teachers are only found in Castle Org, where they train and raise the younger Purgers known as Squits. Most teachers are Knights either wintering in the Castle or assigned to guard duties.
Masters are the most experienced class of Purgers. They are said to possess god-like powers and are the supreme authority in the Order. They are the last line of defense against the demons, and are only realized after years of mental and physical enhancement.
But for all that Purgers keep our world from falling into oblivion at the hands of the demons, the order is in steady decline. The last census put the number of Knights between 140-150 – a pitiful number when compared to the thousands that roamed in the early days. Presently, the total number of members of the order is no more than 700, with the Squits included.
HALF-BURNT SCROLL FOUND IN THE ROYAL LIBRARY OF RIDERNA.
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CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX: Infant Void Beasts
That roar was familiar now. Very familiar!Back at the Grove, it had been enough to shake his soul very violently. But here, it just sent vibrations through it. He had no idea if this was because he was stronger, or because the feral devils about were weaker. But while he hadn’t been affected greatly, the same couldn’t be said for Nur, who immediately vomited a mouthful of blood and became listless. A shield of air, mixed with peculiar soul fluctuations sprang up around Yvaine, even as her eyes widened in fear. Gilgal was upon Nur in an instant, catching her gently. He looked about, eyes easily seeing farther into the distance, past the walls of trees that surrounded the camp. He could see more than a dozen feral devils loping towards them, tongues hanging and snarls escaping their frothing muzzles. These feral devils were immediately revealed to be different. They had the same structure as their counterparts back in Soulwood grove, but they were bigger. Almost twice as big, wi
CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE: Good Fortune?
Gilgal was truly excited. The changes that his body had just undergone was so great that he wanted to test it out immediately. Back then at Snakehills was the first time he’d really understood the differences between the different advancement levels. Back in Poles, he’d seen some Demon Princesses and Princes flying in the sky, and had assumed that it must be a result of their advancement working in tandem with their species. This was especially true as he hadn’t seen any of the Masters flying unaided before. But then, at Snakehills, after he’d also joined the ranks of true practitioners, he’d come to a better understanding. Flying wasn’t some great spell as he’d once thought, and it wasn’t unique to the demons either. Master Wyvrill had been flying, using his strong physical body to negate the effects of gravity on him, albeit for a while. That was when he understood that only a body at the Dominion Realm could even consider flying. But flight was the least of what he’d gained i
CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR: Solidified Realm
Gilgal opened his eyes finally. He was still lying down, but the carrier was gone. His back was in direct contact with the scalding ground, and a shallow crater surrounded him. Blinking dust and fatigue from his eyes, he forced his body to a sitting position. Everything seemed different to him. His body almost felt like a foreign object he was trying to manipulate. It seemed too light, and yet thrummed with endless power. His vision felt sharper, and he relied on it now, as his magical senses were already strained to their very limit. He knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet, though. His body was at the Dominion Realm, but his chaotic core was at the Solidified Realm, and his body wouldn’t bear that pressure for long. Also, his affinity had actually exceeded his advancement level, which meant that if he ever absorbed energy, he’d quickly advance again, and that would increase his pressure. Careful to keep his vessels closed, he rose to his feet. The first thing he noticed was th
CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE: Chaotic Core Formed!
Gilgal trembled violently, fear gripping his heart.Just now, his control over the situation had taken a turn for the worse. Chaotic energy suffused the infant core, which was finally fully formed, but it seemed very unstable. This was a situation he’d not encountered with his lightning core at all, and he couldn’t understand what could have gone wrong. He’d made certain that his lightning core didn’t merge to disrupt the stability, and yet, this was happening. Gritting his teeth, he ignored the lightning core at the moment and threw his entire attention into finding out what went wrong with the chaotic core. This decision immediately led to another problem as the Resonance of his lightning core surged, and it spun rapidly towards the unstable chaotic core! Gilgal raged in his mind, but he had no solution at all to the situation. Madness filled him, as he battled to keep the chaotic core from exploding!At this moment, his body was beginning to convulse again, and his vessels sh
CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO: Brought To The Camp
Gilgal focusing deeper into his own body, made sure that he had no concept of what happened to his body on the outside at all. It was a terrifying state he always found himself in, and if every advancement through chaotic energy happened in this way, then he’d need to find a safe place before ever attempting an advancement. The first time, he’d been fortunate enough to have the Purgers around him. This time, though, he was not that fortunate. His audience were burly Shikhars, with their horns and savage expressions. Expressions that now radiated excitement as they hauled him through the forest back to their camp. Gilgal was still in a coma then, when the hunting party finally made it back to their camp, and the sight of him immediately roused Nur from her own anxiety. Yvaine still played at being asleep as her senses scanned the rest of the hunting party, even before focusing on Gilgal. What she sensed didn’t put her in a calm state of mind at all. The leader of the hunters wa
CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE: Forming The Chaotic Core
Gilgal’s mind rumbled. That very moment was when he saw the vision, and received all the information sealed by that seal. What he’d seen this time shook his mind like countless swords piercing through his soul. It was a concept he’d never even imagined. It all seemed to have happened momentarily now, but back in the vision, he’d been sure that he’d been that extremely powerful Primordial. He was sure that was his father, more than ever now, but he couldn’t even put a name to the being. When he’d heard the name that the Void beast called him, he’d nearly lost his grip on sanity then. Even now, his mind refused to remember anything related to that name, as though it was the very root of all the trauma he could ever experience in life. It was a name that he wasn’t qualified to hear or know. And forcing a remembrance of it would kill him. He was sure of it. Mind trembling, he tried to process all that the memory had given him. The feelings of being a Primordial was also something
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