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And so Arascus, God of Pride, waited. He waited for his defeat as the forces of Heaven & Hell combined descended upon him. He waited as they tried to kill him. He waited as they locked him away. He waited for a thousand years in that dark prison.

Great primordial sin

Elijah Arad walked through the halls of some ancient dwarven ruin in his Golden armour; a spear in his hand, a sword on his belt, a short red cape gently catching in the draft. Four more of Allasaria's Seekers prowled behind him.

Holes in walls, blood smeared splattered over the walls. It even reached the ceiling in some places. His heavy boot stepped over the shattered Guguoan blades, it crushed the loose strands of beast fur now stuck together with dried blood and it avoided the treacherous rubble that would have made it next to impossible for a human to fight on.

"Nothing in the western section either." Beniamin Hausmann reported.

"Then we search deeper, a God's corpse cannot just into thin air."

Chapter 43