It was Ling's turn to be embarrassed, though he didn't show it.

Taking on the tone of a story teller he began to narrate "There exist two types of beings, those of the earth and those of magic. According to legend those in heaven felt that the the balance of order had been disturbed by the intermarriage of these beings, humans with demons for example.

"In spite they sent a plague to erase the slate. A torturous disease that could even kill immortals such as us. It spread through the air and water, as if of a will of its own. Even the mountains around us provided no barrier for Xi'an.

"It cost us dearly, half our nation was thrown into the rivers as we had to way to bury them. The death was so overwhelming that the bodies formed dams in Vaolos before it was even called such. But, our ruler at the time, my father Emperor Beishu, was not one to back away from a fight. He mobilised our country to use science and magic to purge the kingdom, and as he willed so it was done."