From the Sacred Texts:
The Great Collapse was not a disaster.
It was a decree.
And that decree... still echoes with torments.
Tears are the testament to this.
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Salvation.
A salvation from the hands of heaven, out of sight, close to the sky, or perhaps the opposite, death coming from the hand nearest to us.
I was trapped in a curse.
Hands reaching from the earth clutched at my feet, while the sky screamed in broken syllables:"Murderer!"
I threw the magical sword that emitted sharp black smoke at the guards, the sword radiating death and terror from my hands, I quickly went on the defense against the silhouette opposing me, our weapons collided violently in the air, the sound of metal echoing like a noise tearing through the ears, I stood my ground stubbornly, a few more guards approached me with blind courage, I felt all my energy in my body and lunged at them, the sword of horror shone in my hand scattering grains of sand, I had brought down the bodies whose eyes could not see.
I moved forward but my hands trembled in flames.
Another strike came from behind, a sword that emitted a howl, a wave of light spread around, followed by a scream that shook the sky, the shockwave reached many bodies, spilling their blood onto the ground, I wiped the blood from my face with the back of my hand, a shadow lay on the ground, my heart thrashed in its cage.
The weight of this bloody 'salvation' I carried pressed on my chest, my legs could no longer bear it, I hit the cold ground hard, my ears rang painfully.
Thoughts trapped in an endless cycle spun around me, the strength drained from my body, a fist seemed to lodge in my throat, I held back my tears.
I stood up, pushing off my knees, at that moment a cold, mirage-like vastness filled my mind, the wind came from a huge cliff, cold and hardened bodies surrounded me, I walked among them.
One lay on the ground with a toy doll in hand and a frozen expression, small enough to be called a child, I had become their killer, the doll's fabric scattered around violently covering its innocent face, I swallowed hard at that image, struggling to breathe.
My trembling hands revealed my helplessness, my bloody sword on the ground revealed something else, my mind could not bear it.
I said with a pride born of denial, "They will all obey this sword's rage," because this was my duty, and my duty went far beyond their helpless fate, I would not look back, I would walk forward with sure steps rising from the sand, the bodies freezing under the golden earth and deep blue sky, having tasted the sword, would remain behind, the unity and existence of the Desert Kingdom and the City of Memories would be reflected in the flesh cut by the sands as a proof of my power.
I walked among the ruins and dead until my eyes could discern nothing, the only sound I heard among the cold walls was the chirping of crickets screaming their presence, silence seeped into my soul, the sky held an empty pain, blood was on the ground and on my hands.
The surrounding sand and the thick air gave me a mirage-like feeling, as if trapped in an upside-down hourglass, and in my cursed glory, the curse lasted only until the last grain of sand, I was their last hope, the last hope of a great people and a collapsing order
We would either sink or rise, this was the final one, the last ritual, but it was completed, I had fulfilled the mission given by the Desert Kingdom, the mission of salvation.
Blood had been spilled as promised, until no one remained to breathe.
As I dragged my feet, a thick mist enveloped my mind, at that moment I think I saw a few things, in those visions I was screaming, the whole sky seemed to drown the world in water, a bottle I held glowed in place, then a voice said salvation, and my world went dark