Ethereal fog flowed forth from the threads of Memory across Sapience as the clangour of war resounded. Three Divine stood alone in the wake of a battle against Memory's recreations: the Malevolent One, the Skylord, and the Wayward Heir.

Vastar's voice rang out to Sartan, demanding He cease His fight against mere echoes of His long-lost foes. The Lord of Evil growled and pushed onwards, uncaring and unaware, as he walked into three of Pazuzu's Demon Princes and their foul horde of demons. Hunger lingered in the voice of Demon Prince Y'garl while Prince Itarn of the Black Sepulchre and Prince Vleiss, the Skinned Walker, stood beside him - but the Lord of Evil only grinned and tightened His already-crushing grip upon His blades.

Pandora retreated to assist the Celani left behind in Sartan's recklessness, but the Lord of Storms remained beside His Brother. With speed to rival lightning, the Skylord ascended into the heavens as the Malevolent One drove into the Demon Princes below. None were shown mercy in the display of Divine wrath that followed. Dozens upon hundreds upon thousands of the Infernal Legion perished in an endless starfall of cataclysmic meteors that shook the landscape of Memory.

Meanwhile, Sartan met His foes with blade, claw, fist, and rage. With never a backward step, the God of Evil traded blow after blow with the Demon Princes, His oppressive onslaught overwhelming Itarn in a heedless display of brutality before He split the Lord of the Black Sepulchre in twain with a single strike of His hand. The death of His comrade was just the opportunity Y'garl needed.

Slavering at the mouth, the Abyssal Wyrm slithered around the Elder God, crushing Him tight within an embrace more akin to a serpent than a dragon. A forked tongue slithered out of the Demon Prince as he opened his jaws and sank his fangs into the Malevolent One, violently tearing off His arm and hand as a bellowed roar rang across the length and breadth of Creation.

Sartan's chest rose and sank with every laboured breath as wrath beyond mortal ken overtook His golden eyes. Without a hand free, the Malevolent One seized the Blade of Perdition in His teeth and burst free from Y'garls grip, storming forward in a howling whirlwind of God-forged steel and blood as He decapitated the Demon Prince in the blink of an eye.

The last standing Prince, Vleiss, turned to flee, but the God of Evil barred His path, aureate gaze locked upon His foe as He forced His once-severed arm back onto His shoulder and grabbed the demon by the throat. His other hand drove forward deep into the creature's torso, tearing out his heart in a raw display of brutality.

Holding the pulsing twin-chambered organ aloft, Sartan the Malevolent growled, "Run, wretch. You will fight again. But you, like your principality, are now Mine."

"MINE."

The Malevolent One threw aside the defeated Prince and, with one last disgusted look at the now-blasted battlefield, He departed.

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On the 8th of Mayan 922 AF, the corrupt brambles of Yggdrasil struck against the Caves of Delmarin.

Stalactites crumbled throughout the foetid tunnels as adventurers raced to find the Yggdrasian briars only to find the awaiting spears and claws of the Underworld's horde. Frenzied shrieks echoed through the caves as vampires, skeletons, wraithlords, and more met their living foes in battle in a violent surge. But the Undead fell swiftly, no match for the seasoned hunters of Achaea, or so they thought.

From the profane depths of the grave came a King-blessed creation, one of the first forged by the black hand of Slith himself. Virotal, Death Warmed Over awoke, and her putrid might tore apart the armies of Sapience. Soul and ichor were her blades as she condemned defender after defender to the halls of Finality, and though she fell once, the irrepressible gift of her birthright forced her back into the fray.

Sapience lost the day, and the Caves of Delmarin crumbled.

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Summary: Vastar and Sartan fought three of Pazuzu's Demon Princes upon the plains of Memory. Meanwhile, on Sapience, the corrupt brambles of Yggdrasil assailed a new region, and the Caves of Delmarin fell.

Penned by My hand on the 5th of Sarapin, in the year 923 AF.