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Chapter 1

"The End is coming!" cried the soothsayer. The crowded streets of Hamsah
Mu'tazz roared loudly in the morn but somehow this old man's voice stuck out
sorely in Soviatos' ear. Soviatos stumbled out of the makeshift boat he had
"acquired" and watched it float down the Khalid River as he scanned his eyes
over the city. Reaching down to feel the ground, Soviatos picked up a small
handful of sand and nearly collapsed as the memories flooded his senses.

...hundreds of black boots. The cry of a phoenix amidst the drums of the
Empire, fading under the silence of night. The ruins of New Thalos erupted
upward, becoming a bustling city and then became unbuilt just as quickly...
the rocky wastes and dark woods swallowed civilization and began to recede
into ash and dust. Red lightning broke through the ground...

*BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA*

The horns of prayer from the Temple brought Soviatos back to his senses. His
bottom lip bled - he had bit through again. He quickly patted down his
shambling robes... all there, least he wasn't robbed this time. Standing up,
he let out a quick sigh as he annoyingly came face to face with the
soothsayer who grabbed him by his shoulders.

"WE ARE ALL DOOMED! We're all going to die!" The frantic bloodshot eyes of
the old man shook as they stared deep into the eyes of Soviatos... and
something he saw caused him to recoil. His self-righteous condemnation turned
into the utmost fear as the man seemed to shrivel backwards. The street
smelled of piss and the man began to whimper before Soviatos.

Laughing it off with a quick dust of his shoulders, Soviatos reached down,
flashed a fiery grin and mockingly pet the old man on the head - who let out
a small yelp as he flinched.

"We're all dying, Thomas but at least I know where I'm going." With a skip
in his step, Soviatos made his way to the Temple for prayer.