Gate of Memoirs/A Sinking Feeling

Shadows oft follow in the wake of a demigod's decline.
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Music: "A God"	Music: "A God"
 	
*—I remember... A great Void.
*A terrible force of titanic proportions swallowing every last bit of Athensphere.
*Or what was left of it.
 	
*Whatever that—being, entity, god or demon or some other creature—was...
*I knew nothing thereafter.
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*Only that my brothers and sisters were beside me, and the hero I had the honor to meet, , was safely beyond its reach.
*That was the best I could hope for.
*For in my long life, I have known much of war and little of peace.
*Perhaps now, if the great spirits are willing, I will find my respite...
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*Radiant Voice: Hearest thou our calls?
*Radiant Voice: Thou hast done right by our land and people, and for thy service we commend thee.
*Radiant Voice: Now wake, and be reborn in our light!
*Radiant Voice: Return thus to divinity!
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Music: "Tree of Gaia"	Music: "Tree of Gaia"
 	
*... ...
 	
*Deimos awakens, his senses disoriented from what felt like an eternity of slumber.
*Deimos: Where...is this?
 	
*Deimos: I've changed.
 	
*Bereft of heavy armor and his mighty warhammer Forgebreaker, Deimos felt both at ease and wary at once.
*This was no hell, to be certain—there was no tension in the air, no mechanical rumbling beneath the feet.
*Great Spirit: Indeed.
*The lilting, windchime voice takes the vague form of a humanoid figure, brilliant light forming a silhouette.
 	
*Deimos: O great spirit... What has become of me? Of my brothers and sisters?
 	
*Great Spirit: Be at peace, Deimos, and rejoice.
*Great Spirit: You have proven your worth, and earned yourself a place in the Golden City.
*The spirit turns, and momentarily it seems as if its body has blurred with the radiance of the city beyond.
*Great Spirit: Come, Deimos. Take your place as an honored guest.
 	
*Deimos: I humbly present myself before thee, o great spirit, and gladly honor the old gods unto eternity.
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*...So I thought.
*Where were the rest of my brethren?
*The brave souls who stood with me till the very end?
*The days passed without regard for time or season...
*In my mountainous forge I meditated and crafted praises to the old gods.
*And yet...
 	
*Deimos: Great spirit, I beseech thee. Where are they?
*Deimos: ... ...
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Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*And the wind never answers.
*I knew something had to be amiss.
*It could never be so simple.
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*I soon found myself before the gates again, as I once did when I first awakened...
*...and when Athensphere first faced the Iron Army.
 	
*Nothing could prepare me for that memory so soon.
*Deimos: What are they doing here?
*Deimos: The Iron Army!
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*Deimos: How did they breach the Golden City?!