No longer, was the Hyspian Knight plagued by what visions and torment Atlas had put on him the day that those tarnished, nay- FORSAKEN; blades were made. A wind, brushing through the man's house, would bear that same cold and echoing cackle of the man, but... Going out, he was almost excited to see the man, as he had gotten to know what Atlas' story actually was. But, there was none there. It then dawned upon him... The words that had been spoken to the man... "The day of my Salvation, has come. No longer, will I visit your dreams, and no longer, will you be tormented, Camilo."
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And so, the Red Behemoth, no longer walked the soil he had seen evolve, Kings and Queens seen fall, a great Empire struck down. The Phoenix would inhale a breath as he was sat on a stone overlooking the sea, away from EVERYTHING. He knew, but, he dared not to pursue it.
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Much akin to his son, The Fallen Star, stands in his cavern surrounded by darkness and nothing but wisdom to have been bestowed upon him. Then... There in the distance, the sounds of the RED Geist finally LAUGHING with a female voice so bright and heartwarming. He had recieved the end he so dearly searched after. Hearing the two souls, finally reunited, made the Wraith himself smile, bobbing his head to the sound of the two. "You needn't suffer, anymore, my friend." The man then raised his hand slowly in a salute, an old Orenian salute. Firm, and proper.