<h2>EPILOGUE - SCOURGE OF THE NETHER REALM</h2>


    Human minds are so fragile.


    This was a truth that would persist throughout their history, no matter how advanced their kind became. The idea of the Supreme Dichotomy had always troubled humans. Most commonly you would get the basic connection between Cosmos and Chaos, the light, and the darkness, but that''s where it stopped.


    People find it hard to understand that the Supreme Dichotomy is about opposing and attracting forces. Complimentary forces.


    Cosmos, fate, oblivion.


    Chaos, luck, nature.


    Black and white yes, but there were subtleties to the supreme being. The higher a being ascended the more they comprehended the meaning of it all, and the truth behind the Supreme Dichotomy. There was always another before that needed explaining.


    The deaths of Apophas and Quarrel loosened the intrinsic balance of MagnaThora, blurring the boundaries between realms. A rupture outside the Komodo Maze created an opportunity for two Founder gods to escape the Nether Realm. Kinsey and Nero spilled out of the rupture before it resealed itself. The fluctuations between realms receded for the time being.


    The two primal primes were exhausted, both of them lying in the sand. They hadn’t been tortured in the technical sense, but they were stuck in an endlessly noisy darkness that never let up and was always cold. The void could break the strongest of beings. It never broke Kinsey, the goddess of sacrifice and the hunt. It only made her stronger. She allowed the darkness to shape her in its image. Kinsey sacrificed herself to the shadow in order to survive and now she was free.


    Nero, the god of exchange and currency, got up and brushed the sand off his pants. The sun didn’t seem to beat down upon him like anyone else stuck in the desert. His skin was ridiculously tan and his hair golden blonde, sitting wild on his squarish head. He smiled at Kinsey and reached out to give her a hand.


    “Looks like we got lucky, sister. Quarrel be damned."Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    He lifted her up and to her feet. Nero kept smiling. Kinsey didn’t smile back. Not exactly odd behavior for her, if he could remember correctly, but still…something was off. Nero wasn’t just the god of trade and money. He was also the god of awareness.


    Unfortunately for Nero, his keen suspicions always proved true. Kinsey dug her hand into his chest until she reached his heart. Her eyes glowed red and her dirty brown hair turned black as night from roots to tips. Nero couldn''t move. The sensation of someone holding your heart was petrifying. One false move and he was dead, even as a god. Life was fragile in all it''s forms.


    Kinsey’s arm swelled with darkness, mutating her hand into a claw. As her nails grew into sharp claws her grip on his heart tighten and Nero stopped breathing. As a god he didn’t necessarily have to breathe but it sure did feel nice. She squeezed his heart and collapsed an atrium. Feeling some of the life leave her brother''s spirit made Kinsey’s black pupils burst, breaking her bright red irises. Her eyes flooded with darkness, and she ripped his heart out completely.


    He whimpered out like a dying faun, “Why?”


    “I’m here to finish what was started. I''m the god of sacrifice. You''re the god of exchange. Consider your sacrifice a worthy exchange. I will use this force in ways you never conceived of. Its wasted on you. No one will mourn your death, brother. I''m doing you a favor, releasing you from this twisted world and giving your plight significance.”


    She finished consuming his essence like a shadow beast. Kinsey wanted to think she was not being herself. That the dark powers brainwashed her and turned her against her brother. The truth was… even before the Incapsulate Impernums she always thought about taking Nero’s powers. He was lazy and could not handle the responsibility. It was better this way.


    There was no self-deception available, her instincts and intentions aligned with the nefarious forces that recruited and empowered her. She was an agent of entropy now. It started with her unsuspecting brother. Next would be the destruction of unsuspecting MagnaThora.


    Kinsey would no longer go by her given name. No, that was what she used to be. Now she was something else, something different, something new, something more. She was now the Witch Queen Ore Ny Eska. She would stop at nothing in bringing MagnaThora down.


    Like a tide to the shore, she was drawn to one of the only remaining beacons of darkness. The rock in which she would build her apocalyptic empire... the Cor Incapsulate, resting unsuspectingly on King Axion''s crown.


    <h2 style="text-align: center">The End</h2>


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