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"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." 

These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him.

From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering.

If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree?

Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse.

His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way.

Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden?

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The Gods' Decree

It has been a long time since Taf has felt so weak when handling anything, especially a weapon. Still, he would not be beaten as he dusted himself off and once more aimed to lift the Warhammer from the cracked floor below him.

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Taf called forth upon his earth element as a brown rustic glow shrouded his body. His muscles bulged as his veins became visible under his skin. Soon the Warhammer finally moved with him lifting it three feet from the cracked ground.

'Finally some progress!' He thought as his face beneath the purple mask showed obvious signs of fatigue with cold sweat.

"This is an armament I once gained while on one of my excursions outside of the Chu Country. Its one unique trait is its heavyweight which inflicts quite the damage but the disadvantage is the time it takes to wield such a weapon.

A Matter Of Ethics