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grampagen
As Arthur relaid the cause of the previous silence of this chamber, Ochazuke listened intently. Far from an isolated conflict, these trying times were a result of a conflict that they had inherited from the ages long past.
It took the Herald of the Lord of All Things, this Grand Priest, to banish Sakin. This part of the story he hadn't heard before. Originally it was a matter of betrayals and a stubborn adherance to the choices made and the price paid for it. Now the ancient rebellion of the Creator showed its results in the rot that slowly spread from on high.
All for the greater good.
"You faced Sakin directly, then. Did Asha'rah know?" The result of that combat was evident - the lingering spirit before him and Evangeline was proof enough - but as the Guardian himself had said, as a result the two of them had become linked. Through the energy of the Creator, no doubt.
"What else can you tell us about this Forsworn World?"
The vial of Creation Energy in his palm was all that remained of the Guardians the Doctor had harvested, no doubt having ascertained their usefulness as an instrument for creating a new universe. "I found this in the stores of one who wished to rule. I imagine it was found it insufficient for such ambitions." He turned it over in his hand, idly testing its resonance with the ring. "How many lives snuffed out for the ambitions of another? How many ages lost, remembered for nothing else but such instrumental utility? It is a cruel practice to measure the worth of a life in this manner."
"Yet some would undertake it, as part of a duty to save this world," he repeated, nodding shortly as a small chuckle left him. "No matter the cost."
But to save it from what?
"We all share a connection to the Earth. Some of us, perhaps more directly. The life the planet has to offer is a force that is quite difficult to comprehend for those that dwell here. Some may never find it, there, its hidden strength, for they cannot hear its voice."
His expression darkened and his head lowered. "And yet how desperately we strive, with the knowledge of our mortal frailty. And in our fear how easily do we fall prey to others."
Ochazuke reached for the second capsule then, and as its compressed dust parted, he swiftly dashed an energy-shrouded hand downward.
Held tightly in his grip, its energy neutralized, he lift before him the head of the Golem, Damask.
"I have seen into this creature's soul, if it can be called that. It seems it remembers you fondly," he said. "If not your cause, then at least your face."