For Whom The Bell Tolls (Remastered)
Tranquility across Aevos had been shattered, the heavens glimmered briefly as a teal light ran over the continent, the world stirring as otherworldly bells toll. Aeos and Eos’ core rumbled, shockwaves shooting through your body, then fading quickly as peace was found again. A thought streaked across your mind, an intangible trespasser that whispered, were we safe?
Hours later, a certain fortress had been possessed with a certain zeal. A light as dreadful as the storm that hung overtop of it was apparent before a whirling, black mass of bats escaped skyward, raining down blood stained pages upon the world, reaching each corner of descendant-kind.
History is an ocean, endless stories existing within it as time laps at the world, drowning what was forgotten, what was lost. And as antiquity’s avid overseer, I charged deep into its bowels with my strongest at my side to scorn those who raised me, entombed me, with an insult most foul. In a sunken pit, lit by a flaming blade, I led the charge against Xion’s forebears, the first Lord of Death, who I’ve dethroned and beheaded, the Abysslord Malkaathe. Our exchange had been mythical as it shot through the earth in tremors, but what came next was legendary. With the battle won, we led ourselves further and deeper with a zeal left unsatiated.
Thereupon our victory, we avariciously challenged a keeper of the Abyss, an agent sent by Aeriel, Saraneth the Binder, who kept the keys to the tomb of a million souls. Though, our quarry had not been the Old Lord nor the heaven sent, no. It was the occultic God who we unleashed into the Abyss upon besting the Angel, sending her fleeing back to the Golden Fortress in a streak across the skies.
The Bell tolled across the world, you felt it as the first Apparition, occultic God of Mysticism and the Waking Synod, Mthyul Tlan awoke and subsequently fell to forces of both undead and devils as I wielded my sword. With an army of my own, I have laid this God of Mysticism to an eternal rest.
Absorbing the sea of souls, the cornerstone of the Soulstream, I have killed its peaceful will. And now, I will wash over this realm with an army of unshackled souls, devouring all who wish for apotheosis. Necromancers, Mystics and foul preachers of the dead faith, I have consumed your icons, your gods. Know that you’re next.
Know my name,
Gashadokuro, God Eater.