AN: It's too bloody hot outside, and it's messing with my sleep. It just needs to go away.

As per usual, thank you all for reading thus far. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please do not hesitate to voice them.

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"Must you leave?" whined Sarah, as I prepared my person for the next part in the journey forward. For I had spent too much time within the castle, and desired to venture forth into Terra once more.

"Yes, my dear," came my reply, as a screen appeared in front of my person, detailing what form I could take at my level, "It has been too long since my last trip to Terra, and I desire to see it once more." Slowly, I turned towards her person, who was standing by my side under the moonlight in the garden, "Do not worry, for I shall return safely, and we shall enjoy one another's company for a time more. Then I must return to my world so that I may continue to wither down the control of the False God."

Yes. She was not at all pleased with my desire to leave, but had brightened when it was not from my want of leaving her side. Instead, she simply clung to my Kobold self as I tapped the screen in front of my person. This then led to my form slowly shaping itself into a large, barrel-shaped Human full of muscles with a golden locket around my neck. The face of my new Human form was well worn and torn from many perceived fights and battles.

Of which would cause many to believe I was a battle hardened warrior who was allowed to traverse through Terra. Whereas, upon the crown of this one had a circlet of iron with a small ruby in its centre. However, this was hidden by a mass of thick curls of auburn hair which spilled over the whole of the head and upon the shoulders.

The clothing of this one was a simple, leather based loincloth with a cup to hide that which was betwixt a male's legs, along with a thick strap nestled in between the rear's cheeks. This was then tied off against the loincloth's strap which hugged the body's waistline. No. There was no other form of clothing upon the body, but there was a weapon that was strapped to its back. Of which was a large, broad sword of two metres, which was only six centimetres shorter than the Human form I took on, but considerably dwarfed Sarah's form of one and a half metres in height.

To which she stared upon with open interest, as her clawed hands gently ran across the surface of my new body. "You will have to teach me how you can do this, Karastak," her voice was soft, but husky, as her left clawed hand was placed upon her chest in an effort to calm the heart within.

"Perhaps another time, my dear Sarah," came my reply, as my large arms wrapped themselves around her body in order to hoist her upwards so that we may share a kiss with one another. Of which lasted for what felt like an eternity, until, at last, we parted. However, this did not mean I set her down. Instead, she sat upon my right arm whilst her body rested against my new form's chest.

"My Lord God?" called out Brutus, who stood off to the side of the archway with a silver-haired girl-who-was-not-a-girl, "Lady Azazel is here to send you off once more."

"Hello once more, Undead Karastak," spoke the now grinning Goddess, of whom was wearing a floral, one piece dress about her person, "Terra is ready to accept more people now, but after your little 'escapade', he had grown worrisome. So try not to cause too much damage this time, alright?"

To this, I simply grinned as I placed Sarah upon the ground below. Of whom then sauntered over to the little Goddess, as a large circle encompassed my entire being. Whereas I simply tapped the ruby upon the circlet and grinned as a few spectators gasped. This was so, as the circlet itself was an artifact of sorts, in that its sole purpose was to mask the wearer's face behind a nondescript sheet of white metal.

There was nothing upon this mask. Not eye holes, a mouth guard, or even a place for you to breathe. Instead, it simply covered the entirety of your face with only the small ruby in the centre of your forehead. For this was called "The Faceless", and gives the wearer many abilities, but also kills them. This is so, as it blocks all airways and suffocates them, whilst allowing their persons to project their voice upon others' minds, but does not allow the ability of reading of others. Ah, but it also blocks the use of your mouth, so that even if you do not require a frontal nose or mouth to breath, you cannot eat or drink so long as it is in place. Which would then kill you unless you ate as a Slime would, or were an Undead.

In any case, just as the circle gave off a bright, white light which engulfed my entirety, I made the motion of "blowing a kiss" to Sarah. Of whom seemed rather pleased with herself, as the world around my person became nothing more than light.

*****

"Ugh," groaned the False God, of whom slouched in his throne as several screens appeared before his eyes. Of which there were only five, as the damage to the system which allowed his person to view the world below was still undergoing repairs. This meant that if there were more than these five individuals, then it would more than likely not pick them up. Which could lead to their persons being read as natives to Terra, and cause another headache for one such as he.

"By the Abyss, what the hell happened down there?" This query was spoken aloud to no one in particular, and was centred around what had happened the moment I noted my mistake of allowing a child to die from my arrogance. Of which led to the rampage and the calling of my servants to help with such a venture.

In any case, five individuals with statuses ranging from weak to strong appeared before his person. Of course, they weren't the real beings, only simple visuals which flickered and fluctuated as though the system was still trying to fix itself. This led to the False God to sigh heavily, and smack the sides of the screens in an effort to try and help with the situation somehow.

"Let's see now," came a mutterance from his throat, "what do we have here? A brute of a mostly nude Human with a strange mask, a pair of Elves with bows, another Halfling in a leather outfit, and a Dwarven Cleric.

"Well," he mused with a small smile, "this should be rather entertaining. So let's have them go after some cultists, shall we?"

*****

The light which had engulfed my person faded away to reveal an endarkened cavernous space full of broken, aged bones scattered about an open space in the centre. Of which contained a white marble altar with the image of a familiar creature upon it which seemed to glow with a radiance that brightened only the space around it. 'Curious,' my mind muttered softly, as I strode carefully towards the altar in order to look upon the creature.

However, before I could bend over to view it, a wooden arrow came streaking from behind my person and struck the large sword strapped to my back. Of which caused my person to stand and turn around whilst unsheathing and holding the large blade in front of my person. "What the hell," someone began towards my right.

These words signaled that there might be more than the archer which shot at my person, as the soft, creaking sounds of a bow string being pulled back was an indication of this thought. Which led to my person to use an ability I had stolen so long ago, but had never before used it till now. '>,' I intoned, as the spectral image of an auburn bear rose up behind my person in order to meld with my current form. This led to the muscles about my body to grow by half a centimetre in diametre, which caused the archer to loose several arrows in my direction.

A loud and mighty roar echoed throughout the space, loosening much of the ceiling to shift and dislodge many of its dirt and stones. Of which also caused the arrows to shatter under the reverberations of the noise generated, and stunning the pair who were targeting my person. This was long enough for my person to act, in which I dashed towards my right and away from the glowing altar, only to find a female Elf with a short sword by her feet whilst her hands covered the sensitive ears.

'Why are you trying to slay my person?' came my mental demand, as my large, right hand gathered up the females' arms in order to hoist her body into the air. Whereas my left was used to grip the broadsword's grip, as the archer growled something obscene.

This led to the female to struggle, as she noted my presence, and her small arms gripped in my large hand. "Let go of her you brute," howled the archer, who, instead of loosing more arrows from the sanctity of the darkness, decided it was better to rush out and towards my person with a pair of short swords. To which caused my person to roll my eyes at such a venture, and quickly sweep the flat of my blade into its left side.

"Tanis," cried out the female, who had wrapped her legs around my arm in an effort to free herself. However, it only made it more awkward for the female, as my grip tightened enough to make her howl out with pain.

'You both will cease in your desires for death, or I shall grant it to you.' Upon these words, I did toss the female towards the other. Of whom was slowly standing up, and fell over in an effort to catch her person.

Yes. They stayed this way, and did glare in my general direction whilst I hoisted my sword and rested the flat of the blade upon my right shoulder. Afterwards, I did stalk back towards the altar to have a better look at the image resting upon the top. This caused my mental voice to laugh aloud at my discovery, which in turn echoed throughout the space. For upon the altar was an image everyone upon Terra had come to know about so long ago, as it was the head of my skeletal self.