>>5709569>>5709571For a time silence reigned.
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In the stunned silence the air was robbed of any distractions to prevent Mog from seeing the kindly lie for the lie it was.
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Then all hell broke loose.
Mog howled, loud and clear. His anguish rippling off the walls. He howled until his voice went hoarse, then howled again. When he was done he ranted "The Moon...SULLIED! Her virgin flesh tarnished by those MONSTERS! The Heavens...invaded! A war in Heaven! A WAR IN HEAVEN! The souls disturbed from their rightful rest! Called to war in their silver years! No wonder she is so scarred! Look at her pockmarks! That we still receive her grace is a wonder! No wonder that the spirits return so unbalanced to their mortal coils to wander the Earth in befuddlement! The end of days was nearly upon us so long ago! Aaaaauuuwwwh!"
He drew his sword, its keen edging singing with thaumaturgical might. He leapt over the seeds, stabbing the cavern wall. With effort he ran the circumference of the cavern, dragging the naked blade through stone, scarring the fundamental constitution of the Earth in his rage. The scrape of metal against sword was like claws on a chalkboard, a heavy bass thrum emanating from the blade as the magic pulsed through the air and into the cavern walls.
Enraged, he ran outside, running in a circle chasing his own tail until he had collapsed from exhaustion. He knew in his heart that if he went longer he wouldn't have the wherewithal to restrain himself from howling into the open air and alerting everyone to their presence even more openly, or from slaughtering the cultists below without discrimination. So he spent his energy chasing himself and burning out his feelings until he couldn't feel anymore.
