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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

Kavaa read her report. Eleven thousand, eight hundred and ninety-two Clerics were at the ready.

Now Kassandora's plan was only a matter of time.

Arascus watched Mint smile at him, bow and blink away from existence. His step felt lighter, his breathing easier. The burn of the whiskey had melted away and he knew a smile had curled its way onto his face. "That was real?" Ilwin asked. The elf had taken the news of Iliyal's suicide mission badly, but it was news he needed to take eventually. Immortals simply did not exist in this world, everyone died eventually.

"Yes." Arascus replied, still unmoving. His eyes feverishly scanned the corner for any trace of the ghost. There would be none of course. He blinked and Ilwin's eyes grew wide.

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