The faces of the Deathless were not to be seen by common mortals. He sat up, reaching out to pick up the helm that lay on the nearby table. Thousands of years of life had taught Raidriar many things, but the most important was to be in control. The swishing of robes in the hallway outside his Devoted, hurrying to obey the call of reincarnation. A few muted beeps from the deadminds that monitored his vital signs. Soft rain outside, hitting leaves and the quiet rooftop, leaving the air cool and damp. It was a feeling he had never wanted to feel again.Īround him floated the serene sounds of his Seventh Temple of Reincarnation. It was a terrifying, yet exhilarating feeling. The gasp of the dead returning to life, his heart pounding, his eyes opening wide. It was the uncontrolled gasp of one who had been without breath for too long. The God King came awake with a deep gasp.
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