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The scar of the land reveals a vast gorge that I crack through once again, smashing through the strata. I hurtle downward, unstopping- into the very core of this magically-powered continent. This massive crater leads deeper still into the furthest depths of Galmoleth itself.
The sundering of the land was one of many sacrifices I have made in order to ensure the safety of my people. I alone was responsible for creating the massive canyon that leads to my ultimate destination- a huge cavern system in the bowels of the earth. Down to the very core of the island- where lies the very wellspring from which our magic is entwined.
It is the heart of this island- a leftover fragment of our original planet that clings to the ground even now, holding it together and keeping everything intact. A vortex of swirled energy greets me, like a void that threatens to consume any who try to breach it.
Here is where the arcane pressure is at its height- a thrumming vibration that could rip lesser demons to shreds. This source of chaos magic also ensures the electrical storm maintains its charge, which makes it our prime source of energy and protection.
The magical core gives off a supernatural force that even I can barely withstand- thrumming heavily, like a heartbeat. It pulses, then sputters, then flares again, with an accompanying tremor in the distant land now above my head. Worse still is the silence in those disruptive gaps- where the pulse of magic is rendered deathly absent.
Indeed, my worst fears are now confirmed- our land is dying. Everything we struggled so hard for, is falling apart. The very power that protects and maintains us, can no longer be sustained by the few souls I have managed to supply it.
Like turning an invisible valve, the magic we have all been relying on is slowly abating, pressure releasing along with it. If this keeps going like this for much longer, eventually the magic will be completely siphoned out.
However we will all unfortunately be dead before that actually happens- as the resulting depletion will cause the land to literally fall apart in the wake of gravity. Taking all of us with it.
A disaster unlike any other will befall my people, and this new world we inhabit. Should the storm fail and the land fall apart, it would usher in a cataclysm of unchecked proportions- likely destroying most of the populace.
Unless I can work to find a way to prevent the chaos magic outflow.
The individual souls I have collected, and used to maintain the magic levels are not enough anymore. High level magic was invoked to create this circumstance- a blood pact with an ancient deity in order to ensure my people’s survival. I knew the price of doing so would be steep.
I took a risk that would guarantee the best outcome for my kind- and I would do it all over again if I had to. My only wish is that I could have had more time to put certain contingencies into place. We have escaped one apocalypse, yet we may still have to face another before all is said and done.
If these problems are already occurring though, more drastic steps may need to be taken. The Old Gods were known for their appetites- and this one is no exception, it appears. Something more powerful will be required in order to quell its hunger- something like a war.
They require souls; en masse to gorge on, and blood to slake an unrelenting thirst. Everyone has heard tales of the Old Gods, and their overwhelming demands. A large-scale conflict would definitely provide the Old God with plenty to feast upon.
War was not the option I wanted- it’s too much, and much too soon. We haven’t fully recovered from our last raid, and there are deeper wounds still.
However, the consequences we face if we do nothing may be even worse. I must give my kind every chance for survival- even if that includes another hundred battles. If this is what is demanded, then I have no choice- I will have to move my Demon Army on Protheka.
“We have all run out of time.”
The End
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THE SONGS OF THE DEMON
In the realm of darkness, a tale unfolds, Of demons banished from their home of old. With hearts so dark, they roamed the abyss, Seeking solace, a place they could dismiss.
(Chorus) Oh, lost in shadows, they wander all alone, Evil demons, searching for a home. In Protheka's land, their destiny entwined, In sorrow they're bound, longing for a sign.
Once feared and revered, in their fiery might, But fate had changed, casting them from the light. Forlorn and broken, a tormented race, In their wickedness, a sorrow they embrace.
(Chorus) Oh, lost in shadows, they wander all alone, Evil demons, searching for a home. In Protheka's land, their destiny entwined, In sorrow they're bound, longing for a sign.
(Bridge) As they tread on unfamiliar ground, Memories of their home resound. A place now lost, forever gone, Their hearts as cold as the darkest dawn.
Amidst the mortals, they hide their true form, A masquerade of darkness, a life reborn. But deep within, their yearning remains, To find a refuge, free from endless pains.
(Chorus) Oh, lost in shadows, they wander all alone, Evil demons, searching for a home. In Protheka's land, their destiny entwined, In sorrow they're bound, longing for a sign.
As time moves on, their strength does wane, Mortality claims them, a mortal's bane. No longer eternal, their final breath nears, Their quest for home ends in bitter tears.
(Chorus) Oh, lost in shadows, they wander all alone, Evil demons, searching for a home. In Protheka's land, their destiny entwined, In sorrow they're bound, longing for a sign.
(Outro) In Protheka's land, their story is told, Of demons lost, with hearts grown cold. Though evil they were, their plight we see, A yearning for home, a tragic destiny.
