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The Ascension
Joseoh | 2/2/2026
The shade passed through the howling fury of the storm, the frost thrashing through its body, burying like a vice in skin and skull, flesh and limb torn apart and crushed under the burden of the soul and cold. It wandered with eyes full of sorrow and death, for it constantly gazed at the burning child, screeching of pain and injustice, the echo deeply resonating inside the mind of the barely conscious abomination. For death was the only wish which it desires at that moment, for its heart beat in woe at each constant, refusing to perish. The being wailed, not only of the great loss of its brothers and sisters. It was the teacher, the protector, the caretaker of his flock, lost in the void now, skinned and flayed alive, with no hopes of salvation…It fell to his knees, in surrender and impotence, feeling how its eyelids become heavy and darkness slowly swirl around its very essence, consuming it and bringing forth oblivion…
Yet, it shivered, as it felt a touch trailing down its forehead, warm and gentle like a mother’s kiss. Mustering its last hope and effort, it parted its many eyes, its gaze instantly filling with awe. It instantly thought that this was a hallucination, that its weakened mind is so desperately trying to comfort him with in the last moments of its existence…As it gazed into the eyes of the eternal being, it became apparent that the surreal visualization wasn't a figment of imagination of its broken mind, but a physical, tangible presence. For it saw enormous amalgamations of skin, bone and soil rise high into the sky, thrashing the very clouds above, the restorative tendrils of the creature tracing the contours of the now pitiful soul, reinstating its former state of glory. Thus the perished karcist did find hope, which calmed its turbulent soul, the ancient household of Nalka and its fortress, the grand Kiraak of “Skal”, the northern blight.
Months, years, decades passed, perhaps, as the rejuvenated being remained in the bliss of the ancient beast, fed by its piercing vines of flesh, burying deep into its skin, heart and bones. Filled by the ancient might and primordial wisdom, it rose from the pitiful, death consumed state within which it saw the mythical Kiraak of the north, overfilled by fury and wrath. For it was ready to leave the warming halls of flesh and dirt, which clad the majestic and terrific figure of “Skal” from within, the testimony of its primordial nature. As the karcist trod its ground, its powers reconstituted and burning, the “Skal” presented its last gift to the soon to be gone carnomancer. It matured a blade of marvel out of its caring being, a sharp and dooming bane of all those who dare threaten the living. Thus the karcist embarked on a journey, back into the heart of sorrow, now as a conqueror, ready to bring woe to those who dared to claim innocent souls…
As such, it ventured deep into the heart of steel and stone, as computational dread seethed into the hearts of the heretics, consuming their dreams in the image of flesh tearing through the bulging sensors, leading to a slow and dreadful death. Days passed, more and more machines perished under the ire of the vengeful spirit. Its retribution festered throughout the frozen dune, engulfing in flames all that is wretched and sinful. Thus, the sheer allure of power and protection from the machine attracted more and more worshipers of flesh, the call of hate being heard throughout the realm. Months past, the great crowd of flesh shapers surrounded the primordial Kiraak, the discovery provoking much awe and fascination, as all knelt in honor to the primordial one. Thus it was, that the North has been united in one cause and one soul, to protect and cultivate those who are fragile and powerless, the essence of Nalka, the great Kiraak being the epitome of this ideal, harbouring enormous might, yet providing sanctuary for all those damned, thus is the will of Nalka.