mershfoul.. the god of misery and horror finally fell. and so did the rest of the heavens.. one by one. all the remaining eleven gods vanished. and so was their curses and embodiments..

those who were left behind. were left to rot from both fear and dread. dread of him.. the slayer of gods..

the golden knight.

humanity's champion and the angel of fair justice. a man cladded in god's armour. weilding a blessed sword that sent the absolute and fair justice into this world. cleansing it once again from evil. the laughter of children cried loud. the colours of the beautiful oceans and forests returned once again.. the banners of man and other races united against those who were left to rot. all chanting one phrase..

"(in the name of our savior. the golden knight. and the god who sent him. we shall fight!)"

but..

somewhere afar.. in a great mountain. sits an abandoned throne. at the end of a large palace-like chamber.. the golden rays of the sun hit clear through the glass windows who were carved in absolute detail.. the sun rose again. all thanks to him. it rose ever so shiny and golden..

but then.. a call came from the heavens. one that wasn't full of lust. neither anger. or horror.. it was a pure and soft call..

"irasan.. the golden knight. champion of man and son of humble.."

a soft voice called.. as that white figure appeared. again.. above. filling the entire ceiling of the chamber.. as it chanted. it opened it's palm and moved it closer..

"your time has come.. you have done well. and you deserve to rest.."