A certain seer coughed up blood of a most unhealthily dark shade as a battle of most impossible proportions tools place with the memoryscape held together by his powers, it was hard to even think straight at this point, but the simple fact that the memory of the false past did not break down was proof that the fight was still going and that neither side had yet to claim victory.
Within the memory, the ruined holy land of Millipolo, the city of Gardefoi, or at least the memory of it seemed long gone, not even a single trace of the dilapidated churches was left behind, and in fact, the memory had to be made to grow in size as the battle was taken much further from where it had begun, making the original confrontation between the two pure entities look like a mere squabble between children.
