Now you fear, now you want to redeem yourselves from their actions!
Why don't you laugh like you did before? Are you afraid of losing your environment?
The continent of Azmaré Year XIV
The darkness debated its course as it advanced through the depths of the Slingbough forest. At the head, General Jarlax observed once again the starry sky while debating why to go on such a distant mission, however, there was no going back, it was a matter of time to reach that small place north of Splinterlands, if the stories were true he might be able to achieve an unimaginable power.
— My lord… we are near.
The jungle grew thicker and thicker, and the cold of the Maka Peak mountains presented itself in the form of a thick fog. Jarlax was close to his destination "If only the people of Ninhelm knew what this forest hides…" he thought as he sketched a diabolical smile on his face.
In front of them, an opaque purple light was present, and as they approached the fog gave way to a clearing in the jungle.
We have arrived.
Thousands of fireflies covered the trunk of a tree cut almost at its base, while around it the radiance emitted by them created a blast of light that spread throughout the clearing.
— Mr. Jarlax, here is that which you yearn for?
— Of course, Crypt Mancer was right to hide this treasure but I don't think it was enough.
Jarlax walked to that place, his thirst for power became stronger, he had traveled thousands of miles to reach that place and on the way had managed to trick thousands of people into becoming his followers, no doubt, the mission could not fail and his plan would soon be complete, however, just before stepping the last meters towards the trunk of the tree a sensation invaded his body and could realize a very powerful magic, a magic of blood and dark fire.
— On second thought.
— Yes, my lord?
It had been too easy until now, "such an enormous treasure could not simply be on top of a root," Jarlax thought after stopping completely and smiling to observe his subjects.
— Go for it, all of you!
Men, beasts and elves looked at Jarlax's face strangely and muttered to each other before making a decision.
— You chose to be by my side. Carry out the mission of darkness! Eternal life awaits your souls!
Hordes of various creatures shouted in unison as they ran straight to that place, Jarlax watched the stars and waited calmly for the beginning of the end "Who would think it would require a sacrifice? Crypt Mancer is undoubtedly astute," he thought as he turned his gaze back to the clearing.
Then, there, the night became blacker, the fireflies disappeared and all the creatures present felt the embrace of darkness, all but Jarlax.
— Today a new story begins… My story!
The earth trembled with great force creating cracks from which a purple mist began to shine, slowly tentacles of fog became present and screams of pain were heard around, a circle of torment, the sacrifice of innocent souls, deceived by a vile being and full of hatred, a sacrifice necessary to give power to a small but powerful object.
— Finally you will be mine.
A piece of shiny metal from the trunk of the tree, levitating, shaping a small object with pointed parts and a visible circumference. Jarlax walked to that place, passing through the remains of those who swore to follow him. Thousands of souls vanished in just one second, all to fulfill their ambition.
— The crown of the undead, at last.
Jarlax observed it for a few seconds, a crown, he never thought that that magical device would take that form in this century, however, he once heard that the object would take shape according to the wishes of whoever was in front of him.
— How ironic.
Drunk in his thirst for revenge, Jarlax put his hands closer and, taking the crown, he began what would be his revenge against the world that abandoned him.
"The light shone in the darkness, the souls of those who walked there were consumed in one piece. From his ashes, an evil greater than any was made present and merged with his body. Overflowing with energy Jarlax lost all trace of humanity. His body ceased to have form, his eyes were those of a demon, a threat moved by the vengeance now between continents of that world.
The continent of Mortis Year CXIV - Dark Tower.
— Master
— What happens Lesner?
— You feel distant, is something wrong?
Crypt Mancer watched from a window into the distance. The sea was glimpsed in the distance and there were no signs of life for miles, yet something disturbed him, a strange sensation told him that the day had come.
— Lesner, you must go.
— My lord, but I…
Crypt Mancer's gaze was compassionate but full of that energy that dominated you and made you want to flee as soon as possible. Lesner couldn't continue with his words, all that was left was to shut up and retreat.
— My time has come to an end Lesner, our life is a cycle that tends to repeat itself and even in these lands of darkness, there are creatures that are capable of doubling the weight of the scale. I made a mistake from the past and now I have to pay for it.
Lesner looked at the face of the great Necromancer of the Mortis continent now diminished to a ceaseless fear "can an undead die?" thought Lesner, but before discussing it he took as much as he could and left, without looking back, without saying goodbye. It had been years since the great master had taught him to leave everything behind; he could not disappoint me.
— I never thought that someone like you had emotions Mancer.
From the darkest corner of the tower a voice was present and with it an invisible tension filled that place with terror.
— What are you doing here, Jarlax?
Mancer knew exactly who that man was, even though his figure was completely different in essence he was still the same: an exile from the lands of Mortis, a traitor, a scum he must have ended up with.
— You know what I'm doing here…
— You won't achieve anything!
Crypt Mancer lifted his dark staff and an expansive wave struck every corner of that place, everything but Jarlax.
— You are a rude great master…
— And you're a scum!
Hit after hit, Crypt Mancer tried to immobilize Zintar but it was all in vain, none of his attacks could stop him.
— What's the matter? Can't you keep up?
Jarlax's grotesque laughter echoed throughout the tower. The great master was weak and unable to fight.
— You will achieve nothing Jarlax, stop or…
— Or what?! Will you confine me again?!
The silence was present, Crypt Mancer looked away and lowered his guard at those words.
— You betrayed the kingdom… I could do nothing to save you, it was my duty…
— I was your son Mancer!
The weeping was felt in those words, the darkness frolicked around Jarlax and a fatuous fire began to shine from within him.
— You confined me to a fate worse than death!
— You wanted to murder Master Zintar!
— I was not going to serve a king who has dealt with the light of Tyrus!
— If only you had waited, I..
Jarlax struck Crypt Mancer with a blast of dark fog and he fell to the ground as his staff flew away.
— Shut up! I will create a new realm!
The fire of darkness shone in Jarlax's clutches, the darkness overflowed his body, the desire for revenge and the hatred he felt against his own was greater than any attempt by his father to speak to him. For him, there were no more ties, everyone had to succumb to his power.
— Die!
Out of the darkness reigned silence, out of the shadows an eternal peace. Crypt Mancer lay on the ground, in the distance he could watch as Jarlax disappeared levitating in a portal of darkness. There was nothing he could do, destiny was on course, but not yet, the end could not come.
"Even if it takes me centuries…" he thought as he used what was left of his power to raise his staff once more. "Reencarnare Jarlax, this stupid revenge must stop…"
There in the tower, there was nothing left, only Crypt Mancer's staff, waiting one day for his master to reincarnate.
The continent of Mortis Year CCC - Present.
That voice echoed in my head, repeating the lived scenes of a story, a strange dream that could not stop. In it, I held a strange artifact as I faced a demon of darkness. I didn't know exactly what was going on but the voice called me more and more.
Today, I find myself wandering in a strange tower where the noise becomes peaceful and that strange object becomes a reality.
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