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.

Arascus, I greatly appreciate. I have no other way to describe, I simply can appreciate him and his ideas. There are some of us, like Neneria, who have almost been lost to immortality. It is not that they have become lazy or apathetic, but some souls simply need the grip of finite time to get moving. Why do something today when it can be done tomorrow? And when tomorrow becomes today, tomorrow will still be tomorrow. At the end of the day, Divines are ageless. What is one day lost? A week? A month? Year? Century? A millennium of apathy?


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