I saw strange shapes in the flickering light, but the movement was too fast and blurry to see. I saw elongated, swollen limbs made of tar-like substance. People were lifted by their legs and pulled apart. I heard the grunt and whine of something that wasn't supposed to exist in this world.

It's like purgatory on earth today, but I wonder if this is the price we have to pay for the weapons unleashed by our pastors. I remembered the suffering of the Shurima people for hundreds of years, and hardened my heart for the pain and suffering they had endured.

I can't find Sejax and Cogelin again. But I don't need their support anymore. I have proven myself worthy of the name of my ancestors, worthy of the brand on my arm.

I'm Kauali

The sky groaned and fell, and the sound was like a huge canvas being ripped by a storm. I ran to the city and joined the other soldiers. Everyone had the same despair and horror on their faces, and I knew I had the same expressions on my face.

Whether we won or not no one knows. The Shurima are gone, and are being eaten alive by the horrors we have released into the world. I have no regrets. Fear has been replaced by peace of mind.

I threw away my Nimcha scimitar in the frenzy of battle, so I removed my recurve bow from my shoulder and pointed it to the sky. "Acacia," I shouted. "Acacia"

My chant was echoed by the other soldiers around me, and then we stopped, silently watching the routed enemy. The substance that had devoured them covered flesh like a shroud, bubbling like boiling water. Its surface fluctuates, and swollen blisters burst while oozing a puddle of fluid like an animal's fetus writhing and stretching in foaming amniotic fluid.

I heard a loud sound of stones grinding, and I followed the sound.

The roar echoed, and more and more ravines tore the earth. I fell to my knees as the mountain shook, and the walls of Acacia, which had been torn down and rebuilt, shattered in a low groan that tore the earth.

Sand and smoke erupted from the city, and I saw people screaming loudly, but their cries were completely muffled by the crash of falling rocks and the tearing of the earth. Where the first mage king set up the Star Iron Staff, the tower and the palace were swallowed by the open jaws of the ground. All that remains of my beloved city is rubble and debris, crumbling into a charred skeleton.

The fire was raging, and the city and its inhabitants fell into bottomless darkness, their cries of pain somehow magnified by the canyon so clear that I could hear them clearly.

"Acacia," I shouted one last time.

I saw something flash by, flying quickly over my head, and quickly lowered my head. I recognized it as the vulture-headed Celestial warrior from the earlier battle. Its flight was extremely unsteady, and the strange substance protruding from the cracks in the ground had destroyed some of its limbs.

It flew towards the tent, flapping its broken wings desperately, and I knew I had to stop it. I ran to the creature and slung an obsidian arrow to my bow.

It staggered to land, its legs twisted, and a tentacle still clung to its back, still devouring it. Feathers and skin peeled off its head, and it crawled over the corpses of the priests, their flesh bubbling, and something was moving beneath the skin.

The Celestial Warrior's hands began to burst into flames, ready to use its last strength to burn down the Emperor of the Sun and many more armies, and we must keep this weapon intact if we are to defeat them. I pulled my bowstring, and the obsidian arrow was aimed at the Celestial warrior.

As soon as I let go of my fingers, the arrow struck through the flesh-dissolving substance and into its skull.

It fell to the ground, and the flame in its hand was extinguished. It rolled to its side, flesh falling from its bones, and I saw thin strips of white matter forming beneath it.

The Celestial Warrior sensed my presence and turned his vulture-like head towards me. One of its eyes had become cloudy, and its skull was covered with a strange fungus-like substance that squeezed the eye into a swollen bulge. And in the socket of the other eye was my arrow.

"Do you know what you've done, stupid Acacia," the blind Celestial warrior squeezed out a sentence with great difficulty. Its voice is rough and wet, and its vocal cords are dissolving.

I'd like to echo it with some powerful words that represent my cruel words about killing a Celestial warrior.

All I can think of is the facts. "We're free," I said.

"You've opened a door that should never have been opened." It hissed. "You killed everyone"

"You're the one who is going to die." I say.

The Celestial Warrior wanted to laugh, but let out a dying whimper. "What doesn't die is worse than death, and it's like none of us ever existed."

I left that arrow in its skull. People began to stagger back from the battlefield, bloodied and exhausted, with the same unbelievable horror in their eyes. None of us can really understand what just happened, but the Shurima people are dead, and that's enough.

Isn't it

Confused, we walked around aimlessly, and no one knew what to say or do. The ground in front of the city was distorted by unnatural movements, and the flesh of the Shurima had been completely covered in the pale thread-like mass. I watched as its surface darkened, then turned into some kind of hard carapace and cracked. Vicious pus flowed out of it, and I felt more and more that this was just the beginning of something worse.

Huge cracks in the ground still spewed outward, and strange sounds mingled with screams, hisses, and frenzied howls echoed from far underground. I could feel the shaking in the belly of the earth becoming more and more pronounced, like the bedrock friction before an earthquake came.

"Something down there," said someone I didn't know. One of his arms, already wrapped in translucent membranes, was slowly climbing up half of his neck. I suspect he didn't notice it himself. "Sounds like a nest. Or a nest, or something. ”

I don't know what's ugly down there. I don't want to know either.

I heard a voice calling my name. I looked up and saw Sejax limping towards me. His face had turned into a bloody mask, and a jagged wound ran from the top of his right eye to his chin.

I didn't know that Sejax would bleed too.

"You're hurt," I said.

"It's worse than it looks."

"Is it over?" I asked him.

"I'm afraid so," he replied, as he stepped aside and grabbed the reins of a cavalry mount. The beast was already frightened, but Sejax grabbed the reins and stepped into the saddle.

"I will give everything to defeat the Shurima people." I whispered.

"I'm afraid we did give everything." Sejax said.

"But we won."

"The Shurima are dead, but I don't know if we're victorious." Sejax said. "Now you should find a mount, we must go."

"Go what are you talking about"

"Acacia is destroyed," he said. "You see, isn't it, not only the city, but also our land. Check it out. This will also be our destiny. ”

I knew he was right, but I don't know if I could do it when I walked away.

"Acacia is my home," I said.

"Acacia doesn't have anything left. After a while, there really won't be anything left. ”

He held his hand to me, and I stepped forward to hold it.

"Azha," he said, glancing back at the horrific sight. "There's no hope here."

I shook my head and said, "I was born here, and I will die here." ”

"Then take hold of your selves now, boy," he said. I could feel his heavy sadness and guilt. "That's all you have left."

Sejax turned and left on his mount. I haven't seen him since.

My name is Akzamwakoikau Ali Kasser.

I think Akzam should be the name of my ancestors. There was a meaning behind it, but I can't remember.

I wandered through the ruins of a great city that once stood. All that's left now is an impossibly large crater, rubble, and a rift in the world's matrix.

There was a terrible sense of nothingness in front of me.

Akzam was a king, and I think it should be. I don't remember where. Is this the ruined city?

I don't know what Wa and Koy mean. Ekasser should have had a special meaning to me, too, but whatever it was, it wasn't anymore. My mind and memories now became a terrible void.

My name is Akzamwakoi Kauali.

What is Kauali

I have a brand on my arm, a sharp sword wrapped in a scroll. Is this the imprint of a slave, am I the property of some conqueror I remember a girl with green eyes and an opal necklace. I don't know who she is my wife, sister, or daughter, but I remember the scent of flowers on her.

My name is Akzamwakoy.

I repeated it again and again, clutching the name as if that would stop the slow dissolution.

I don't want to forget it. That's all I have left.

My name is Akzam.

I'm getting wiped off. I know this, but I don't know the cause and process.

Something horrible was wriggling inside me.

Everything about me is being disassembled.

I'm in nothingness.

My name is.

My name

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