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.

Black-haired Anarchia sat in her room. A small place in north-eastern Esberia, close to the southern Rancais border, with dirty walls and cracking floors, this place was about to collapse. But Esberia had a beautiful Sun, plentiful fruit and the best weather on Arda. Sleeping under the stars was nothing but a blessing. One of her followers had brought a stolen laptop, apparently she would want to see this.


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