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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

"Do you think they'll succeed?" Iliyal asked Arascus. The God took a while to respond.

Above the frozen wasteland of Artica, a desert of ice that was flat and stretched into the horizon no matter which direction one turned in, flew five intruders. Five oversized jets, white and striped with gold made their slow journey from Olympiada to Olephia's Prison, flying in a V. They painted a clear white line behind them, as if an artist was dragging his paintbrush across a blue canvas. Five fat seagulls, gently gliding through the air. And behind them, chased two birds of prey.

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