The Calm and The Herald

Alfheim, Yokai Dominion

The time for joyous prosperity. The multitude of variety from all across the nine realms.

I, Sin Velgrem, had free reign and time to be a normal civilian for once. Light shows occurred all over and not a pinch of malice lingered; there was a special place I had in mind, however, the mountaintops where all the festivities could be seen. Things were well, the occasional tyrant would appear and some tension would rise, but nothing the guardsmen could not minimize. Things went south for a moment after a certain bounty hunting dullahan showed up and our skirmish led to the central moon statue to collapse but it was removed easily with the capabilities of the foreign mages. The festival continued for some time afterwards.

After the festival ended, I went to various places including the business-heavy town of Revandel and the elven city,Lumos; they both proved to be good trading facilities and places to mark as good materials were available in and outside of them. The last place in visited was Neo-Ghastros, where a familiar situation had arisen.

The situation was imminent, an accidental summoning of a destructive virus and its carriers. The city was in evacuation by the time I appeared; and the appearance of it immediately sent my mind into overdrive. Thus, I did what I knew what must be done before, search for survivors and transfer them to the evac-points and minimize the information about the situation as much as possible. The virus "tenebris necrolos" which we called it, could infect any bio-organism, dead or alive, and send all their instincts and physical capabilities into overdrive and the magic particles in their body to disperse and realign to form a variety of different separate organisms similar to familiars, usually being unstable and extremely dangerous. Last time I witnessed this the whole society was destroyed in merely half a day. I managed to save one child that a family left behind, I mainly searched for the source of the outbreak; I closed the rift in the city's main church. I was found and regarded as a hero and savior.

It all fell apart after they requested my identity which I had refused initially until I was unable to leave the city, so I met with the chancellor. Things went poorly when my mask was forcibly removed; those who were there were quick to label me as demonic and the likely reason why the outbreak occurred in the first place. Propaganda. The whole thing was the way it was thanks to the lies of the gods about me, about the coming of Ragnarok, and everything involved. I was demonized for the sake of "peace," an attempt to remove my existence and my race's existence from the records. One can live with the thought that Ragnarok came because it had to, because the world needed to be reborn. The truth was that nothing could make it better, nothing could ease the pain. Nothing at all. Not the death of evil. Not the protection of the gods. Nothing! I had two goals in mind: to live and to help those who were willing to admit that change is the only solution in a world of stagnation. Some may choose to fight for someone else and their cause, but not all. It is that division that will end us all even before Ragnarok appears.