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<p>Twenty-Three million souls.</p> <p>It takes twenty-three million souls to feed the horrors of the Great Beyond for a soul to cross over and land among the living. And even then, it would only be a husky of its true self after the whimsical gods of the void got their claws on it.</p> <p>Still, after eons untold, its final crossing shall take place in blood-soaked lands, driving fear into the hearts of its inhabitants.</p> <p>Alistair finds little wrong with himself, that's not considering he somehow was the last living being to have taken part in a battle to decide the fate of the Human world.</p> <p>He remembers walking shoulder to shoulder with his brothers in arms, being showered in the viscera of his closest friends.</p> <p>He also remembers being stabbed by a twelve foot monstrosity as it picked him up with its sharpened blade of a hand, relishing his stunned expression and the soon to be blossoming of pain as it brought him closer to its putrid mouth.</p> <p>And yet, here he stood in a silent battlefield littered with bodies for acres of land.</p> <p>What the hell was he supposed to do now?</p> <p>And equally important, what the hell was he supposed to do with this orb of golden light?!</p>
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