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We both beat our chests with our fists and bow slightly as a symbol of acceptance of our tasks.
"You are the weakest, Razal." He continues as his crescent shaped sword points at me with his horse trotting up in excitement.
I am surprised that Meizza still remembers my name.
"But you have the sharpest mind in literature. You can read, write and tell the times. Teach my baby brother that he be able to read like you. Tell him our story, the story of glory and victory.
"Karen, you teach him the ways of the Assyrians that he fights like you and has your heart!"
"Yes, my lord!" Karen beats her chest and bows as I look on in utter amazement at what is happening before my eyes; the defeat of Golem and the mighty Neems in a battle?
This is all a set up by someone, but who?
"You trainees! Today, you become true Neems, ones privileged to witness the greatest war of all times! The war against the gods and fire! Embrace your destinies as we ride into glory!" He roars and my brothers roar with him including Karen, with their swords raised to the heavens.
Their eyes begin to glow amidst the thick gloominess from the smoke that embraces the sky - Their war mode and dark magic has been initiated!
They begin to ride towards the fire and Golem with their double edged crescent swords drawn and the ground trembling at their feet, the great Neems. The Babylonians and Medes never know what utter destruction is coming their way.
"Come on!" Karen says to me with her glowing gray eyes as we turn our horses and ride towards the Crypts of Bane where it all began.
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