A Prologue: Blood Whispers

Like glass from a mirror, the world shattered. Mountains grew from the smooth plains of Temora, leaping out of the earth like a trout from the river. The great city of Amin lay in ruins skewered by peaks of impossible elevations. The temple of Cityri had stood for a thousand years, its beauty alone brought travelers from all across Temora, just to bask in the glowing marble of it's central spire. That spire now lay shattered at Malek's feet. This battle had cost too much.

"Pelio Naruduun."  Malek's dark skin glowed, burning like fire, with the ancient flow of power, as he muttered the incantations in their native tongue. "Ancients damn you, Selin." he spat on the ground as he spoke the name. "It ends now."

Wisps of smoke slithered like snakes from the incinerated corpse of a man somehow still standing in front of Malek. A smile still hanging on it's face, though it was hard to tell if that was just the result of his lips having been burned away. "Nothing ever ends, Malek." Selin replied, cool hatred in his voice. Passing a hand over his head in a casual reflex, he stopped pulling away a handful of blackened hair, that he released into the wind in disgust. "You haven't beaten me. You can't kill death."

Malek's eyes glazed over the pupils fading till only white remained. "We shall see." Whispering a single syllable he shattered the seals he had created unleashing his final stroke. A pillar of flame fell from the sky grinding to dust what remained of the single greatest threat Temora had ever known. The Dark Whisperer, The Black Snake, The Last Channeler of the Damned, Selin Karudin.

And so it was told for generations. Malek Lightsworn, hero of Temora, had vanquished darkness. Imbued with the collective power of the entire human race and at the cost of nearly destroying all of creation he had ended evil forever . At least, that is how the myths were told.

But in the silent seconds as that inferno fell from heaven. Blood fell from the cursed one's mouth staining the ground with his final spell. The blackened blood formed a symbol on the ground. A pair of intertwined snakes swallowing each other at the tails. A black ouroborus.

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