The warrior of ashes: Tales of the chaos Chapter 5: Chapter 4: Diambars

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The Great Sembou War. It consisted of several epic battles spanning multiple generations, featuring warriors who became legends, nightmare monsters, crushing victories, overwhelming defeats, and, above all, heavy—more than heavy—human losses. These losses nearly led humanity to extinction. At the twilight of the conflict, the only region largely spared from the demographic consequences of the war was the country of Senegal. After all, Senegal was the land of Atemit, the birthplace of the Heir, the Boechins, and incidentally, the King and the djinns. Furthermore, the influence of the sembou was greater there, causing the awakening of a larger number of diambars. Senegal thus became the last bastion of humanity. Unfortunately, chaos was gaining the upper hand. For every diambar, ten djinns were created ; the Heir's army was cornered, overwhelmed on all sides. The King advanced toward the Senegalese bastion, followed by his generals, the 12 Great Djinns—the greatest of abominations, former diambars who had voluntarily corrupted their essence in chaos. The final battle was inevitable. The Heir and the 9 Boechins against the King and his 12 Great Djinns; the army of djinns against that of the diambars. This battle is recognized as the moment when the world—or rather, the existence of all things—brushed against total and complete annihilation: The Battle of the Storm . The earth had been overturned, the sky was dark and the storm roared, stars fell, and the axis of space detached from that of time. Logic fought the illogical. At the end of that hell, the King and his 12 djinns were defeated, but at the cost of the Boechins' lives. The Heir's energy was itself evaporating, his essence returning to the flow of the sembou, and his life was nearing its end. However, the Heir knew his victory was short-lived, that chaos had not evaporated but had merely dispersed. The M'buur would return, as surely as night follows day. The seeds of evil had already been planted in the world—12 seeds representing the Great Djinns who were to await the return of their monarch. The Heir knew that the cradle of the sembou would be the perfect place for the King's rebirth, bringing with him the end of everything he had fought so hard against: The Musiba. The Heir then used the last shred of his energy to create a defense to repel the threat of the Musiba. Using the purest and most sacred sembou, he caused the sacred baobab, the Gouy-gui , to bloom, its branches covering the whole of Senegal and its survivors to form a barrier repelling evil. It was the Heir's greatest treasure, and also his last, for he disappeared with it. And in the still-ravaged wastelands of Senegal, a poem was whispered into the ears of the fortunate and the unfortunate. More than a melody, it was a promise—a revelation declaimed for generations to come, waiting for the moment, the day, the second when the storm would resound in the world once more: The warrior of ashes shall summon by his blade The providential call of souls in a myriad parade He is born to conquer, through him victory is won His path is ashen, by him despair begun. He shall be the first spark, the herald of the way Of the coming storm that shall turn all to gray Of the Heir's return and the Boechins' glory Of the Great Djinns' awakening and the King's grim story. Beware of her whose victory is found in the refrain Beware of him who over Earth and Sky shall reign Beware of the hatred hidden in the deep Beware of him who the demons' defense shall keep. Fear the gentle madness whispering in the mind Fear the vile devourer, to an ideal inclined Fear the logic breaking in time and in space Fear her who shall snatch the light from its place. When the lights of Paradise are forever extinguished The King's spirit wakes, by pain and fear distinguished At the seventh conversion of the sembou's height The M'buur is reborn through the foulest rite. When the storm ends, the world is destined to fade