A green land, full of grass and nature. Trees blowing violently due to a serious gust of wind. Birds falling from the sky, collapsing onto the grass— dead. The sky reflects the green, then the Sun is replaced with Elliot’s head.

  So it must be Floria, but it’s neither the slums or the Cathedral…

  Neither the Rebellion base’s ashes or even the Guildford Mansion. It was the a land of Green at the end…

  At the end of where?

  Three silhouettes stood at the end, but past the end was an ocean. The land didn’t curve like typical— not anymore. Instead it was a straight path and when the grass faded, the brimming ocean kissed upon Floria.

  A rarity.

  For Floria is mass incarnate.

  “Z—Zero.” Anubis’s eyes gazed upon the beauties of the a lime-green ocean. The sky’s reflection. The Pharoah then slowly turned around, looking at both The Savior and Abriam who stood in the long grass.

  Their heads pivoted to the ground as their eyes carried no weight.

  “Don’t call me that… you know who I am. You said it with your lips…” The Savior’s eyes then rose and glared at Anubis, “I’m what?”

  The Pharoah shuddered, flinching backward as he hesitated for a moment.

  “What am I?”

  “You are…. The Savior.”

  The Savior snickered before his gaze lightened on Anubis, “I once met another Pharoah— I call him that loosely. I met him in Ostra, he was an obnoxious idiot who held the rank of Second Slavi whilst referring himself to being a ‘King of Kings’.”

  “You speak of Ozymandias Ramses?” Anubis replied.

  “Yes…”

  “Do you know of the truth regarding the Old World?”

  “I know of a truth, such as how you and both Ozymandias are named after people or Gods that never existed within this reality.”

  “Can you see any rationale behind it?”

  “If I did… why would I tell?”

  “The Savior should deliver revelations.” Anubis’s eyes narrowed.

  The Savior sighed, his body slouched forward as his claws grazed the grass. Slicing it.

  “You want to know what my first challenge within the Second Reprisal was?”

  “The Grand Reprisal?” Anubis let out a grin.

  “Yes. It changed me, that event within my life shaped me from more than a murderer. It shaped me into someone with knowledge, for I faced a past that wasn’t mine— neither Masalor’s.”

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  “Who is Masalor?”

  The Savior ignored Anubis’ question and continued, “But what I faced during that Challenge was seeing something beyond. Not even The Savior could comprehend it, let alone Zero.

  I saw a cosmic, same place as this ocean here I viewed a green giant: head of an octopus, scaly skin and long wings that went from the top to back of it’s body.

  That creature laid on a rock within this same ocean, sitting down. Laughing, pointing at me far away on this land with sharp claws.

  Observing me, as it thought it was God.

  For when I emerged from that cocoon, I didn’t face any bodily changes like anyone else. Neiither Famine’s slight fur, Jeremiah’s tiny horns or even Psylaiso’s new body. I was bordelrine the same physically, but my mind was different.

  I didn’t break seeing that creature, I instead evolved beyond it.”

  The Savior spat.

  “I’ve never heard of a diety like that.” Anubis chuckled, “Nowhere.”

  “He was not a diety, he was something closer though. I’d personally call him Satan.”

  “You call him that?”

  “He scared me, for he survived the Old World’s destruction— he is perhaps the one causing all mania whilst the True God awaits the moment to reset it all.

  He perhaps bestowed us memories with no true meaning, then what does Anubis mean without prior knowledge of Egypt?

  For what would Ozymandias mean without the poem dervived from Ramses? For what would it all mean, does the scriptures truly exist— scriptures such as the Bible or the Qur’an. Or are they distortions that shouldn’t remain, memories that shouldn’t be?”

  “Memories that shouldn’t be?” Anubis exhaled, “Do you say that they are wrong? That they aren’t real?

  Perhaps the world was created in only a single day and all the memories we live up to the point are false— same with that knowledge we have.

  There may be no real cause for all of this but—”

  “For all Holy Books contain the truth, they all depict history— they don’t depict this history. But is it truly history if it’s real? What is it then?”

  “Something that isn’t boring.” Abriam finally spoke, lifting his head up and staring at the Green Sky.

  The water in his depression still remaining baby blue.

  “You speak, second disciple?” The Savior gently moved his head in the Kappa’s direction.

  “Nah, I thought that maybe if I joined the Rebels I’d have fun. It was always boring though— I thought we’d fight evil but then I realise.

  Aren’t we all evil? Why fight ourselves if we can just fight for something better. Such as for ourselves individually.” The Kappa then looked back to The Savior, his head still facing the sky. “You must be entertaining to survive.”

  “I’m not a jester but I assure you, the end of all will be not as Samiel speaks. Not a whimper but instead something fun.”

  “Such as?”

  “Hell coming to here.”

  “Is Hell fun?”

  “I’ve been to it— it’s not, you are forever trapped in a solitary state. Unable to move, breathe or speak. A fern flower stuck to the ceiling, maybe if you even grip it then you be free. But it is infinitely away from you— leaving you only with a scent of chlorine in the sky. And the reverbs of flames echoing in your ears.

  True Hell.”

  “No difference than being here.” Anubis pointed toward the ocean. A solitary large rock standing in the water, “So my Savior, you speak of that being the seat?”

  “Precisely.”

  “What a shame….”

  “Anubis, my royal child. You will master the secrets.” The Savior dug through their sweatpants, taking out a bulbous red item and sticking it inside the right ear. The item dangling out downward the earbud.

  “What is that?” Abriam smirked, “Device?”

  “It’s for music…”

  “You listen to New World or those Old World archives?” Anubis scoffed.

  “Both..”

  “Favourites?”

  “I like rage songs.” The Savior gave a large smile before closing his eyes.

  Enveloping himself in music.

  The Savior stood in the grass, his hands orcherstrating. Swiftly moving across the sky as he sang a melody. His voice harmonizing elegantly— even constructing instruments with his own vocal chords. Synchronised together as he moved faster and faster. His fingers and arms swaying side by side— causing an aura of ruby that formed around him. This same aura crushing against the grass, making a hole in the ground. Bright teal bubbles jolting around his aura.

  Anubis stared in awe as Abriam groaned.

  But both still watched The Savior perform.

  They watched The Savior’s Reqiuem for…

  “…For you were a person that set me down the path. Someone who gave me realisation. As you are the love within my heart, I dedicate…

  I dedicate this reqiuem to you— no matter how late it is.” The Savior finished, panting but sweat didn’t form.

  Instead his eyes spiralled, staring at the lack of grass around him.

  (“But we’ll gain vengenance for you. Dara, Saraline and Psylaiso will die for you to rest in piece.”)

  “Yes…” The Savior replied to the voice, quietly mummuring. “We will provide those three divine judgement.”