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1901643
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>Liberty, equality, eternity
>With a cry, you charge, and in a short, bloody battle force your way into the College. Behind its mausoleum-grim walls, it is as close to a paradisiac afterlife as can be achieved. Ceilings aglow with stars, or azure with dazzling recreations of a summer's sky. Pools of cold crystal water. Servants of seraphic beauty.
>The once-Presters fight back. Their vitality is impossible. Bullets do not kill them, nor swords. Your men stop fighting like soldiers and start fighting like butchers. Your victory is slow, but inevitable.
>At the back of the College a vast door guards the way into the Mountain's heart. Your remaining soldiers drag it open, revealing a tunnel reaching into the Mountain's searing stone. Not even your sapphire goggles allow you to see within. A warm breeze spills out, carrying the scents of saffron, of lavender, of apples.
>Beyond lies the Garden, root of immortality. The rest of the Seven join you, and you enter as one. Your followers are close behind - part march, part procession, part festival. You lead them through the blazing light, whiter than a sun's heart.
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