And I hereby state that the lands of the freed are no longer kept as a mystery. No battle has torn any land so. No custom has ever been so loyal, to this land where demons roam.
The children are its feed. Dug into the holes deep in the ground and sprouted much more beautifully the very next day. Captured with colors and dealt with a desirable flare, they escape their roots into the skies, only to be attracted to their mothers and fathers.
The demons were no longer modest, but paranoid. Paranoid of a future without an existence. Their predictions were true. In honor of their sacrifices, Deus Eternus decided to take on the form of a demon, and live on in Naznam for their sake.
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