The two vials of blood remained sealed with wax, inside the
caged chest, behind a thousand monks and ten thousand soldiers, all determined
to make sure no-one would claim them. The only earthly remains of the Battle
For Existence, the Blood Of The Creator could give one power over all life,
while the Blood Of The Destroyer could give one power over all death.
But eventually, a darkness rose, and someone with a large
army, a larger lust for power, and a few dozen spectres, managed to take out
the soldiers, the monks, the bars.
Luckily, the wax was porous…
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