Act 1 Epilogue

They all advance and finally meet their target: a humanoid being with tentacles on its face, its skin is purple and, on its body, eyes that are covered with side lids that perpetually follow Belksasar's movements. Around him, four-legged aberrations, limbs protruding from his back, and damp skin that seems to throb, is the only thing describable.

These creatures are thrown into battle and the entire court of Belksasar faces them, while he walks without being distracted for a moment by what is happening around him, creates a dome of energy that surrounds them and does not let anything happen, now the crusade begins.

That minor god conjures, and reality is distorted from that unknown magic, they are strong blows that impact Belksasar but he seems an automaton that exists only for one objective. Now, he conjures back and from his hands a black energy reaches that god and begins to destroy him from within. Increasingly desperate, the god holds Belksasar's head with his tentacles, and seems to lose consciousness. With victory almost assured, this god touches him with his arms and just when he would tear off Belksasar's head, he laughs, each time with more force and anger.

Belksasar not only wants to kill this god, but he also wants to humiliate him, he was always fine. That god forgot that he is undead, immune to evils that harm mortals. Totally vulnerable and stunned, the god is crossed by the arms of the crusader that are bathed in dark blood that attest to victory. "Today revenge begins, today we are crusaders." To ensure his feat, he conjures and captures the essence of the god, he was already prepared and knows that he can revive easily, but if his soul is contained, he will be able to absorb it and as well as in the most obscene and primitive rituals, consume and have the power of his enemy.