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Grandmaster Thulemiz, Son of the Celestial Above, Champion of Chaos, Great Lich Lord
Level 30 Hero, 37 Khookies

Thulemiz looked upon the body of the bed-ridden Kanros. He was breathing raggedly and his entire body convulsed with spasms from time to time, and the Great Lich Lord could sense the chaos running within him. If it was allowed to run its course, the demigod would rise a very different being from the one that had been felled by the explosion.

Thulemiz's undead and the former-citizens of Orabson had been hard at work, day and night, ever since they had arrived from Arguilla. They had built a make-shift town with wooden walls and a trench around it while the two Ghoul Lords scouted the surrounding area and hunted down any humans unlucky enough to fall between their jaws. Already there were a good thirty more ghouls, and those used their strength to continue building the settlement. It was rather small and not fit for a being of Thulemiz's standard quite yet, but he knew that with time it would grow into something more to his liking, when he turned his attention fully to that.

For now, it was Kanros who was the priority, for the demigod could not be allowed to sink into the hands of chaos. While Thulemiz could not deny that he was indeed an agent of Chaos, he had felt that change rather tremendously since he had become a Lich Lord. It was the purity of Death, not the taint of Chaos, which he held most dear and high now. He would have much preferred for Kanros to rise as an undead minion rather than as a corrupted being of chaos. Gathering his energies, Thulemiz began working on the chaos within the demigod.

Locating it was rather simple, though time had given it the opportunity to sink rather deeply into the body, mind and soul of the demigod. It as nothing Thulemiz could not restrain, however. His energies seeped into the demigod and gripped upon the chaos eating at him, effectively quarantining it. It was a slow and painstaking process, but if there was anything of Zerabil that remained within Thulemiz, then it was that very patience that Zerabil had inherited from Vowzra. It seemed such a long time ago. Thulemiz could not quite believe that he and Zerabil had ever been the same person; he could not even remember how that creature thought or saw the world. Those memories were like another's, they were like looking into the flow of Time - an act Thulemiz had long forsaken - and seeing the life of another.

But for the act that Thulemiz was now going to do, using those Time energies of Zerabil was necessary. With the chaotic energies under his grip, he began the process of sucking them back through time. What was effectively happening was rather simple: it would be as though the chaotic energies of the Blade of Chaos had never exploded into Kanros' face. The energies would be drawn back through the Time stream until they left the demigod's body, and they would naturally return to the shards of the Blade of Chaos, wherever they were or whatever had become of them. 

It took several hours, but what were a few hours in the life of an eternal? Soon enough, the deed was done.
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