Double-posting because eh, why not.
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Had it really been over a year? By countless gods, we prevailed for so long. From many disparate faiths, we cast aside our schisms and petty quarrels, to fight back against what we thought was the End of All.
But we were blind. Chasing cultists and heretics while all we held dear crumbled away. We slew the wicked, fought the monsters, but the world we left behind needed no such dark powers to destroy itself.
And when the last bastion was destroyed from within, I had nowhere to go. The sanctum was compromised, and the modern world I renounced almost a decade ago fared even worse. I lost track of my comrades in arms, and found precious few survivors in this new world. And fewer still I could trust.
But I hold hope. Though the dead arise and demand recompense from the living, and though I know little of whatever strange forces caused all of this, I know of unfinished work. In the grand scheme of things, otherworldly gods and blood cultists almost seem trivial now.
But I do what I can, so long as the Sun shines upon the Earth. If it prevents one more horror from destroying the world, then may the gods smile upon me.
Screenshot:The structure we approached filled me with a sense of dread. A massive crater that had blasted the forest around it to ashes, and hovering above it was some strange temple. I knew of the cult that once maintained it, and of strained relations between my brethren and theirs. But it never reached the point of outright conflict like our pursuit of The Sanguine Order.
I had but one ally from the "blind" world, a survivor by the name of Kristin. I'm not sure how she survived so long, emboldened by the spirits to advance towards the flimsy stairway leading into the abandoned temple.
Screenshot:I scrambled to help her, even as she seemed to turn back, finally taking stock of the situation. She didn't even bring a weapon, and I had only my trusty hammer. As I saw strange unfathomable things swarming her, only a few vaguely recognizable as humanoid, I turn and ran like a coward, my initial attempt to save her only earning me several searing gashes over my arm, and what felt like a cracked rib.
When I made it into the treeline, I managed to catch my breath for but a moment, and tend to my wounds as best as I could. The last of the purified essence withered away as I channeled the power of the cloak I wore, and I felt a jolt of pain course through my body, not that it was much worse than the injuries I took in that brief scuffle. I felt a bit less faint from blood loss, but the largest of my wounds wasn't any less bloody.
They're still following me. Even with the bleeding stopped, I can't handle them in a straight fight. I need to put some distance between mysel and them, then think up a plan.
Also amusing, there's a fucking island temple nearby too.
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