[Haseroth]

A century had elapsed since he had heard that song. That which spurned creation itself. Finally, after so long, the creature had erected a temple worthy of its name, of the name of the supreme Arch Angel Kraus. The journey had been wrought with peril and anger. Many times the weave of fate had threatened to tear the creature from its path and yet no temptations had ever succeeded.

For at last, he could say without reservation. That he had a choice. That he chose to forgive. That he chose to deny that which for centuries prior to the song, had held sway upon his soul. More than anyone else in the entire world, he had come to understand how precious it all was. Freedom.

The Temple at the mount came to be after decades of fund gathering through the Catmart Corporation. The work of many non-magi summed up unto the structure which would become their greatest achievement. A cathedral consecrated by the very paws of its keeper all in the name of the almighty Kraus.

Now the work was complete, the rooms furnished and the zeitgeist finding itself at the perfect moment to declare it done. The word was spread, of a gathering called by the keeper of the cathedral for all who dwell under the light of Kraus to attend.

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