Posts from Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

- That tower turned out to be a Temple of Shalassa. We need to find a way to appease her anger so that she doesn't destroy the elves living here. You know these lands better than I do; do you have any ideas?

- So, to the cave? But the decision is, of course, yours. You are the captain.

- Well, I wasn't planning on staying long. I apologize for destroying your temple and trying to steal the book. I didn't know it was your sanctuary. However, taking out your anger on innocent people is not right. If you want, you can punish me in any way you see fit.
- You speak so calmly to a goddess? And about your own death? Only someone who has nothing to lose would say that. Perhaps I...

I bowed low (in Japanese style, kneeling) and returned to the ship.
- It seems, Captain, my mission has become yours as well. - the wind blowing towards the first of the nine islands confirmed my words.

I approach the altar, meeting the astonished and, at the same time, furious gazes of the cultists, and say:
– If you leave this island in peace, no one will suffer.
– How dare you, worm! – A cultist strikes me in the face with a staff. I am slightly thrown back, but it's nothing new. I stand up again and say:
– Please, leave. I want your death the least...
– Seize him! – Two acolytes of the cult grab me by the arms, and a third kicks me in the liver. And again, this haze, as if someone injected a tranquilizer...

I wake up... there is no one around. I stand there, clutching my katana in my hand, blood and body parts are scattered everywhere. The demon within me rejoices. Memories flood back of the day I decided to make a deal with a demon to avenge my murdered brother and mother...

I approach the altar, take out the scroll given to me by Shalassa, and read the necessary words to summon the altar's spirit...

The demon looked me in the eye... and laughed.
- So, you're Shin... That seventeen-year-old kid. Well, how do you like your new power? - I wasn't particularly surprised that the inhabitants of the underworld knew about me. Realizing that I couldn't reason with him, I jumped right at him. The demon tried to strike with his infernal staff, but I defended myself with my katana. However, due to the force of the blow, I had to jump back, which gave me an advantage. While the devil was turning around, I plunged the katana into him below the neck, where he wasn't protected by armor. The demon opened his mouth to scream, but only an indistinct gurgle came out of his throat, pierced through and through. He staggered and collapsed, dead. I jumped back, pulling out the katana and preparing to fight the cultists, but they, seeing what had happened to their commander, fled. After dragging the demon onto the altar (which took a lot of effort), I read the necessary spell from the scroll so that the altar's power would return to its place and the island's spirit could restore the magical shield.

Well, that's it... my rage knows no bounds! Take this...