Mystical fell. In the final days my rage was so over coming that my body not only took on physical armor and weapons, but I now longer needed anything. Few made it out alive. I was too wrapped up in my rage to care that all that I had was now gone. I vanquished and destroyed everyone in the area. Vast stretches of land were sacrificed to my wrath. I was stained. Rachel was gone, crushed a ton of rock. Mystical was gone. The war above still raged. I was left alone on the earth. I soon had to start again. I soon began to refine the ways. I began my part in the end war.