Flames of hate, flames of Hell.
June 20, El Nath.
I was unable to write yesterday, the pains of my ascension were too much to bear, my only hope of salvation, destroyed, my dream of purity, shattered, my wish for you, corrupted, crushed beneath the iron heel of destiny…
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After one year of efforts, I finally reached the summit of my path, the peak where it will all begin, I returned to the relative safety of El Nath and started the ritual. The ritual to infuse my swords with the power of my scrolls, hoping they will absorb their power and therefore be mine to wield. I shall start with the most powerful and unstable scroll, the Dark Scroll…the power it held was transferred to the first sword without a problem. I continued with the weaker scrolls, only three out of the six worked, sadness began to fill my heart, the second sword lived a worse fate, only two of the seven were accepted by it. The third sword was never completed, the first one worked but was also my last scroll, my time was passing by fast, I did not have the time to buy more and so it remained as it was…forever. read more