Mithrael sat on the throne, looking down at the war council that had assembled. No one dared speak as a scout kneeled in front of them. The Generals in the room sat in their chairs, sweat dripping down their necks, and their faces were pale. Sinister mana was leaking from Mithrael as he clenched the arms of the throne. Wind pushed against each man present, causing them to be glued in place. "Would you mind repeating yourself?" Mithrael growled. His usual golden eyes dull as he stared the scout down.
The scout pressed his face to the ground. "Sire! Please forgive . The Hero and her highness have dissapeared. I organized a search party, but they are nowhere to be found."
Mithrael sat against his throne, his eyes growing colder. "Every hero that was summoned to this world has now left the Empire." He growled. "We will do away with summoning heroes. Ban the spell that summons them." He said as he turned to his advisor. "Place a bounty on their he-"
As the Emperor was speaking, another scout ran into the room, kneeling with his face pressed to the ground. Mithrael’s mana started to leak out more fervently as he grasped the throne firr. "What is it now?" He growled.
"Your majesty, we have found flyers all over the capital. It appears an anonymous man and woman were seen leaving the city in the early morning. We were able to trace the origin of the flyers to their route."
Mithrael glowered at the second scout. "Why should I care about asly flyers?"
The scout handed the flyers to Mithrael. "My lord, these were rely a few of the flyers."
Mithrael studied the flyers with a cold glare. On it were details that only Susan or Josh knew about. The flyer accused Mithrael of going against his own edicts. Slaves had been kept in the capital to power the Ark. There were also pictures of the old slave camps, and details about the dwarves. Mithrael trembled with rage and held the paper up. It began to burn in a green fla. "Announce to the public that the flyers are fake." Mithrael growled as he looked at the ashes of the paper. "After a week, announce that anyone caught with these flyers are to be executed."
The room went quiet as notes were written. The generals looked at each other, but stayed silent. No one in the room had ever seen the Emperor like this, and they didn’t know how to react to his fury.
The scout looked up with his eyes wide.
"But, your majesty-"
His sentence was never finished as Mithrael waved his hand. As the man burned alive, his screams of pain filling the room.
Mithrael looked around, making a point to stare at each of his advisers. He ignored the burning man as he stood up and walked over to the window. He looked out to the crater left by the B-2 when it destroyed the Empires testing grounds. "You mortals tire . Have any of you lived over ten thousand years? No, you have not. It is simple. You need us God’s to guide you, but the mont sothing goes wrong, you dissent. I will make it easy for your small minds."
"You are not to question my orders. I have had enough of you mortals questioning . At every turn you doubt my rule. Need I remind this world and you all that I am a God?"
He looked around. Every person in the room was unable to speak. Their bodies were stiff as if...
"I see. So you have co." Mithrael said, looking at the corner of the room. The man Mithrael had burned had the flas extinguished. An orange fla flickered around the man, his clothes were repaired, and his skin that had been burned regrew. The soldier looked down at his body in confusion, and then his ti stopped as well.
"You have never changed, Mithrael. I regret allowing my grand daughter to marry a snake like you."
A large ball of flas burned brightly in the corner, and a man stepped out of them. The man walked forward on a cane, his white suit pristine, and he had a fedora that matched the suit. He walked forward, his hand waving over the burned man as he healed him. Once the newcor was sure the man would live, he turned to Mithrael. "Burning your own subordinates because they question you is the sa behavior that lead to your sons downfall, child." The newcor said as he regarded Mithrael with cold eyes.
Mithrael shook with fury as he regarded the man in his suit. "You dare? What do you want, Dreha? Surely you are not here to save a re mortal?"
Dreha shook his head. "You released the Ark. I am here to levy your punishnt."
Mithrael sneered. "You can do no such thing, old fool. I have obeyed the divine laws by not interfering myself."
Dreha shook his head. "You crossed worlds to steal the technology of another world. We did not interfere at the ti because you caused no harm to the balance of either world."
The Cardinal’s eyes grew cold as he waved his hand. A screen made from magic materialized. "That is not the case here. Not only did your Ark destroy the city of another world that had nothing to do with this conflict, that city was here as a direct result of your actions."
Mithrael laughed, the building shaking as his leaked mana beca a raging storm around him. "You fool. I rely repaired a barrier that you Overseers left wasted. Astaroth claid that mortals should not intermix, but the mortals of both worlds originally belonged to this one."
Dreha sat down, crossing his arms as he observed Mithrael calmly. "You still act like a child when confronted. You really are a simpleton." The Cardinal then tilted his head and smirked. "Interesting. It seems Triamal’s blood has foiled your plans yet again." He said as his eyes glowed in an orange hue. He was looking off in the distance, past the mountains of Esponia.
Mithrael narrowed his eyes and shifted in his chair. "You are going senile, overseer. Triamal bore no heroe-"
Mithrael’s eyes widened as he rembered a hero from fifty years ago.
"No..."
Dreha smirked. "It is as you surmise. The one you call ’Demon Sergeant’ is Triamal’s grandson. That hero you rember is the one who sired that man."
Mithrael shook his head. "It is of no matter. I will burn him as I have the rest of those pests."
Dreha laughed as he looked at Mithrael. "You have yet to burn a single hero, child. Your Army lies in ruins, your plans foiled. We warned you before your conquest that rging worlds would have consequences. Let remind you of why that is."
The screens in front of Mithrael widened to fit the wall in front of them. Mithrael watched with dread. The Ark was misshapen, with its spires rubble, and most of the Ark damaged in so way. The screen lit up in a flash of light, and three explosions followed in short succession. Mithrael tried to look away, but the screen moved in front of him.
The Ark fell to the ground with a cataclysmic tsunami rushing from the river. The now destroyed structure now rested in the water partially subrged, the only evidence it existed for war was one of the cannons poking out from the water.
"You lie!" Mithrael yelled, swiping aside the screen and rising from his seat.
Dreha laughed. "You scare no one, failed God. And now, your punishnt."
Mithrael collapsed against the throne. "Have I not lost enough today?"
Dreha narrowed his eyes coldly, his smile gone. "You have killed millions, enslaved thousands, and nearly caused every race outside of humans to go extinct. No, you have not lost enough."
Mithrael looked up from the throne. "Do not speak as if I did those personally."
Dreha shook his head. "This is going nowhere. Enjoy the new world, child."
Mana began gathering around the cardinal. The air grew thin, and light lost its luster. Mithrael watched with eyes wide. For the first ti in his existence, his chest grew tight and his breathing shallow. "What are you doing?! Stop!"
Dreha rely looked at Mithrael with a smirk.
"Ill begotten child of the God’s,
you have wrought the fate you sought,
your sins guide the pestilence of two worlds,
and your dreams poisoned the fate of this worlds destiny.
For this, you will pay."
An orange mana circle grew around the Cardinal, it expanded in size until its reach covered the entire castle. Mithrael tried to stop it, but his power ceased as he uttered the spell. Dreha smirked. "You are a re avatar at the mont. You can not hope to stop . Rember, child, this is a punishnt for your sins. If there is anyone whom you should be angry with, it should be yourself."
The circle kept growing in size until it covered the entire world of Brishan.
Dreha looked at Mithrael.
"World conjunction."
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