SranDorh and Vill say farewell...for now, "Dont forget," they told each other... Both dipped their chins, "Agreed," the soon-to-be Gods of Corron confirmed. Well...? everyone forgets...

The pact of the "Rise"was birthed in SranDorh's mind during the close of the "Dark times".  He stood high above, on the edge of a mountain that overlooked a tenebrious battlefield, "What are we fighting for?... I cant remember why or when it started," distantly mused the Infinity Lord. "How many have died?... For what?"...

The chaos that raged far below had been going on for months, both sides  slammed against each other with relentless force, over and over... trying to get the upper hand on its enemy -- although both armies proved equal in tactics and command of the flow. Neither side could prevail over the other, the blood poured.

Wicked flow, tainted with vile darkness, crackled and singed the air as it streaked from the insidious demon ranks, always countered or snuffed out by the Infinity Lord's Battle Manipulators, defending with their granted searing light.

SranDorh sighed as he gazed blankly over the slaughter. He had received news on the condition of the planet's core, the source of the flow,several days earlier. The core was fading, along with the presence of the flow, and would soon wink out... destroying everything.  Life would come to a halt... and fade from the universe, theirs would be a dead planet lost to the void. Many like himself had begun to gather, searching for a solution... time was running short, and still, all touched waged war, with no end in sight. Something had to be done quickly, by all the coretouched, Dark and Light together... for only together... could they survive.

Months later...



Vill faced his three thousand-year old enemy in a dismal cavern, far below the surface of Corron and waited patiently for a response. A moment passed in silence, except for the hollow hum of the wind singing into the depths.

"Yes... it's done," SranDorh quietly sighed.
 "Ah! good, that's it then. Oilthaed is sealed and the Rise can begin. What of the Oqre queen? She lives?" asked Vill with a squint of excitement. The Infinity Lord stood with his arms folded across his chest, "The queen lives and has no way to gain access to the prison. You know as well as I, she is incapable of tapping the core and is not a threat to any of us," said SranDorh, "So why ask?"

Vill spread a grin across his scarred face and replied, "A bit touchy today my friend, just asking...shall we?" he gestured, moving his hand and pointed down the dark tunnel that led further into the depths of the unknown. "Heaven waits for its Gods of Corron."

SranDorh stared at the twisted Vill, his gaze locked and serious, "We are not friends Scared one, don't forget that... now, lead on or step aside...we have work to do," he said with a bit of edge, then pushed past his nemesis.

"Heh heh heh... don't forget, this was your idea," Vill snickered, then turned and followed with his usual swagger. A moment later both Gods vanished into the dark gloom.