The World's Fall

"So it has finally come." On the peak of a certain mountain an aged voice spoke out in a grievous tone, watching as the sky tore open and chaos descended, the sounds of people all over the world screaming in terror reverberating within his ears.

"Then, the least I can do is sacrifice myself to keep it at bay a little while longer." With this a small ball of light slid out of his sleeve, whispering a few words he then began levitating and moving towards the grand rift, love inhabited his eyes contrary to the fear that a normal person would feel in the face of a sky torn asunder.

"Ave Torum!" Once he had reached twenty kilometers away from the rift, he spoke, his voice low, yet booming for hundreds of miles in all directions, all beings on earth hearing these strange words and feeling calmed by them.

At the same time high in the sky the little light began to vibrate as though having heard its masters call it began to move.

And in the next moment like a surreal beauty the light spoke, enchanting all who heard it to listen, "Master Orem, or 'god' to all of you, has tasked me with giving you all one last message, he can no longer protect this world, and so as his last gift, I will bestow you all the ability to become stronger!"

Saying so the light turned into an innumerable amount of speckled light fragments shooting into every living being on the planet, from the largest whale to the smallest bacteria, all things were given this light, and with this light came a soothing feelings like no other, but also the deep feeling of grief as though they had exchanged a golden statue for a castle of dirt.

"Good luck, my darling humans!" The old man, Orem, said his last and turned to the rift, millions of monsters already beginning to come through.

"Taes Orem! I Protector of this world, Give my mind and soul, Undead Requiem!" With the chant come the response, the rift torn asunder shook violently, the earth beneath it began to shift as countless skeletal beings come from the ground, not just here but all around the world, undead and all manner of creatures rose and turned to look at the rift.

"You dare to invade my precious Home world, then die!" The skeletons that rose were all warriors and peoples of the past, though skeletons now they still moved as one, hot blooded, army.

They would not see their home world destroyed if they had anything to say about it.

"Summon: Undead Requiem!" The old man spoke again and the undead he had raised all over the world felt his call, disappearing in but a moment and re appearing under the rift, their army of the dead spanning an immeasurable number.

"You dare to stop me!" Though from the rift came a voice containing enough power to cause even the darkness to shake in reverence, and in the next breath the creatures coming through the rift attacked like a vicious tide.

Though this bloody conflict did not last long, the undead numbers were too many and the creatures from the rift were not pouring through fast enough to negate this, both sides taking very heavy casualties.

"Fairen Chains!" Orem, giving the last of his soul in a moment of chance launched his spell, the same forbidden spell that would have his soul shattered from its pressure.

From his soul emerged bright chains of light, sucking out his soul as the nutrient, it shot out from him enlarging at an astonishing rate and encompassing the rift before anyone had time to react to it.

"You d---!" The rifts voice could barley get out a word before Orems voice cut through the sky.

"Seal!" With this the chains tightened, the rift struggled as the sky thundered, the earth threatening to be ripped apart from the waves of soul power tearing through the area, but all was useless in the face of these chains holding the rift in a steel like embrace forcefully closing it and with it, taking the old protector, Orem's, life as the price.

The fighting undead were returned to the ground the moment Orem's life lost its brilliance, the massive army of undead becoming a useless pile of bones, small amounts of red fog slowly filling the area.

"So you have finally gone and died, Orem." But not a moment after Orem's death and the sealing of the rift, another voice came from afar, soft and sympathetic, yet resolute.

From where the voice originated a rift tore open the sky, this one bigger than the last, very clearly a much more powerful being coming through this rift, a formless pressure grabbing onto the body of the old man, pulling him in.

"You will be buried with them, so do not fret, old friend." The rift then closed and the world returned to the peace it once held, for the first time since creation all was silent.

And then everything came to life.