Kuzmich
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"I went back to my castle. The orders have been given to my armies, the great ships that were now being forged out of darkness in order to take my armies into the different layer of reality. It wouldn't be long now. In all this time Orlangur made no contact with me. I took that as a sign that the spirit of knowledge is waiting for my actions. I was wandering if the gods already viewed me as a threat or just a rebeled mage. I wasn't showing even a 10th of my true power so i hoped that they would under estimate me. In a week the ships would be finished and we would be able to attack the heaven, an island composed of pure light, drifting in the sea of magical streams, surrounded by the realm of light. There was a castle on that island, and thats there my enemy rested. They would have many allies, great armies would die fighting for them. Elves, humans, angels, all of those who swore to light would consider it a matter of honor fighting against me for their gods. And i will have to kill them all. Without hatred, as a doctor cuts of a hand of a gangrien patient. I went into my casting chamber and looked at the model of the realm that i had created. It was a good model, i could see everything on it, every spell made, every distortion in space or time, every creature's movement. I looked at it and saw something that disturbed me. Final Warrior reaped through matter and made his way into the realm of light. The spells he used to do that contained much power, he was stronger now then ever before. My thoughts started reaching out to him and i found him. He was astraly projected to my room, as was i astraly projected to the realm of light. I made all the precaucions so the Gods wouldn't detect my presence."
Igor: How are you old freind?
Igor: How are you old freind?