OVERLORD

THE MOON WARS

The spirits of Light and Darkness have been unleashed in the New World, and along with them, a whole unknown land was unleashed within the continent.

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Shiny eyes looked at them with limitless wisdom, they shuddered before the sight of the emerald orbs, ones that possessed omens and stories of times of the past, and the mere age that was in those eyes left the elves breathless, and they felt very tiny against the colossal figure in front of them.

Those same eyes became sympathetic, and there was a kind of melancholy that emanated from her aura; but it was for a second, and the same serenity that embraced this pillar of light returned, however, only the most perceptive could notice the tiny change, but they remained silent.

The eyes fell on each of the elves; to each small child, to the old elves, and the adult ones, and even if she hid her eyes behind her beautiful eyelashes, those who were in the focus of the green orbs felt overwhelmed by an indecipherable emotion, and they were shocked when that feeling vanished instantly when she stopped seeing them

"Your world has changed,"

Her tone was musical and was light, and it was a delight to their ears, but the words she said caused them to omit the pleasant voice, and they frowned slightly at the cryptic statement. One of the elves: an adult with platinum blonde hair that reached up to his shoulder blades, leaned forward, and asked with a curiosity that was not tainted by the severity of the world, and such a thing impressed the owner of the green eyes that it warmed her heart, and her core reverberated with an irrepressible desire to protect them, but over that emotion, she willed herself to hear the young man's voice.

"Changed? Excuse this one's imprudence, but what do you mean with that?"

His tone became submissive in the middle of the sentence, and she nodded her head, emanating her soothing presence to the young man, calming the elf's wariness, that was entangled by indescribable years of unjust tyranny, and as she felt the currents of relief coming from the young boy, she responded with the same solemnity with which she said the first sentence.

"I feel it in all your souls, I feel it in all your surroundings,"

She closed her eyes, and they could perceive a faint caress in the deepest places of their spirits, and they leaned, as if to get closer to the warm contact, but slowly that pleasant feeling receded.

"I see it where you can not see."

Her eyes opened again, and if possible, they shone more than ever, and the air around them began to change, but the elves did not notice any threat emanating from the Dryad, however, they were equally startled, and the Green eyes of the mythical woman softened with a mysterious attachment.

"A lot of what my world once was, is lost,"

And the elves gasped in horror when they heard that, an intense and indescribable sensation that pierced their souls, and they leaned towards the the Dryad, but she shook her head in assurance, but did not reject the hands that sought to comfort her, and her eyes were full of countless horrors, and the wisdom and maturity of before was covered by an undisguised nostalgia.

"Because nothing lives, that remember it."

The Dryad looked through the window of the chapel built into the Great Tree with a look that went countless miles away, and the elves had the feeling that a critical moment would unfold before them, and their suspicions paid off.

"It started with the forging of my home: Terraria."

The name, of which the elves never heard before, was mentioned with a fondness that perplexed them; as if the mere pronunciation of it would be enough to make her sink into memories not unlike as a lover, but they did not say anything, and so she continued with her story.

"It was a land of prosperity, and its 3 Creators were duly proud of their work."

They looked at each other, 3 creators? Does she mean Gods? Like those that appeared 600 years ago? Such questions arose in their minds, but she seemed unaware of the curiosity in the eyes of the elves.

"From its rich potential, 7 of its heralds, great minors and men and women of high morals, descended to the mortal plane to refine the definitive creation of their Lords ..."

And the elves fell silent and listened to the story, and the Dryad turned to them, and the green eyes shone again with a mysterious glint, and her voice and passionate motions helped them to understand more deeply what she said, grabbing their attention with such ease and subtlety that they did not notice, but she did, but did not comment on it, and noticing the interest in all the faces of the listeners, she began to recount the story of Terraria.

"And from their fervent work, 9 kingdoms were added to the magnificence of the great continent, biomes brimming with life and energy."

"Within those kingdoms was bound the strength and the will to coexist between each one of them,"

"And after an apparent infinite period, however, all of them were condemned,"

"Due to the abrupt inclusion of an external force,"

"At that time the peaceful land of the Hallow: the most Holy land to ever exist, governed harmoniously the order of the world, but, in its state of complacency and lack of precaution, a horror fed on the entrails of Terraria,"

"In the darkest confines of the sublime caves of the world, where the shadow of Terraria, created among the 7 heralds to balance the Light, was stained."

"The spirits of Darkness moved their squares, from where the 7 heralds could not discover,"

"To corrupt all others,"

"And upon a Demon Altar, they poured out their cruelty, their malice, and their will to propagate death,"

"A stain to corrupt them all ..."

"One by one all biomes of Terraria fell to the Corruption,"

"But there were some ... who resisted."

"A last alliance of the Hallow, the Jungle, and the little purity that remained of the world fought back against the Corruption,"

"And for centuries they fought for the preservation of the Light ..."

"The victory was close,"

"However, the power of the Corruption ..."

"It could not be undone."

"It was at this time, when all hope vanished,"

"That the 3 Creators, children of the Infinite power that governed the Universe: The Re-Digit, used their powers that were blessed upon them by their predecessor ..."

"The Corruption, the enemy of Terraria's kindness, integrity, and all of the Light, was nearly purged,"

"It was at the mercy of the 3 Creators, who had the only opportunity to destroy Evil forever,"

"But the temptation over the power of the Corruption clouded the judgment of the Almighty,"

"And the biome of Death, got a will of its own."

"It corrupted and crumbled the 3 Creators from inside, who, in a last and desperate action to seal it, created the Guardian,"

"And what must have been a relentless wall to stop the advance of Corruption, easily became another subject of its vile machinations,"

"And so, with its mind hopelessly twisted by its relentless whispers, the Guardian deviated from its fate, and inflicted an irreparable damage on Terraria:"

"It created the Crimson, the manifestation of its defiance to its creators as its own attempt to create life,"

"But it never possessed the ability of the 3, and easily its own descendants, tinted with the power of Corruption, disobeyed it,"

"History became Legend,"

"The Legend became myth,"

"And for the next three thousand and eight hundred years, Terraria lost all purity but the Hallow, and the Corruption and the Crimson strengthened their roots,"

"Until then, when the opportunity came,"

"My supplications were answered by the father of everything that exists,"

"And embodying neither evil nor good, the only Chosen One, the only capable to take on the task: called as the Terrarian, appeared,"

"The Corruption and the Crimson tried to get rid of him, to taint him, to make him their own in their endless search for power,"

"And they took him to the depths of their bowels to consume his soul,"

"But in their arrogance and their beliefs of invulnerability, they underestimated the hero,"

"And there, at its core ... the Terrarian destroyed them,"

"Dying, the Corruption and the Crimson tried to go further away from him, and found in the confines of space, far far away from Terraria, a new subject,"

"They discovered the Moon Lord,"

"For five hundred years they poisoned his mind,"

"And in the coldness of space, in the unreachable distance of the stars, they waited."

"With renewed power, The Corruption and the Crimson returned to the surface of Terraria."

"Rumors grew from a shadow from the heavens,"

"Stories of a cosmic fear ..."

"And the biome of Death and the manifestation of the Wall of Flesh perceived it,"

"And their time has arrived,"

"They perceived another world to be able to feed themselves, because Terraria was already at that time a hollow shell of its ancient wonder: without life, without hope,"

"But The Hallow would never let a world that wasn't theirs to be devoured, so it pursued them throughout all existence, until they arrived in the New World,"

"And that world, it turned out to be yours."

Disbelieving and horrified eyes looked back at calm and contemplative greens, but before the complete restlessness of the elves settled around her, the Dryad remained impassive and straight as a pinnacle of peace, and the last thing she said, was with closed eyes, and a sense of premonition fell on all of them when they listened:

"And now, they are here."

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It is believed that all events in the future occurred thanks to a fateful chain of decisions within a Tomb that appeared out of nowhere, and in another instance it may have been true. However, how about adding another factor? One that will undoubtedly cause a twist of colossal proportions in the canon.

At midnight, when all living beings in the world slept, it went unnoticed how the earth mixed, broke and modified against its will as an entire organism that fighted against a virus. And only a few exceptions could testify how the New World passed through this metamorphosis, but soon, the change would manifest itself in a very abrupt way that would leave all the natives dumbfounded,

With the sudden appearance of monsters, a hero from another land and an Overlord of unimaginable powers. First, only tens, then hundreds and hours later, against the slow invocation of the Moon Lord by a Cult, thousands of the vile creatures were shown in the territories of all the kingdoms and villages of the World, and millions of lives, unnecessarily from the New World , were lost, and the most shocking of all this: it was during a fateful night, that it began the outbreak of a War subsequent to these alterations.

The first signs of a change, was in the vegetation. Numerous flowers of unknown origin suddenly appeared throughout the continent, some were of normal appearance as others were of bizarre appearance; ones that shined in the dark: the Blinkroots, and others, that were immediately considered as miracles or similar by the most superstitious. Then, huge trees appeared through all the World, sharing in appearance to the ones in the Elven Forest, but these trees in particular appeared in solitary places, and the most shocking thing of them was not their appearance, it was what they contained inside, but such mysteries remained pending to be revealed, meanwhile, the only ones who could see the magnificent trees were watching them in a trance of trepidation and wonder.

Suddenly, mushrooms of different sizes and colors (although the most striking was the combination of peach with red and a pale complexion with a resplendent blue) appeared on the surface and in the depths, but the change was subtle, enough for that the inhabitants in the future would not notice the difference. But after a while, when the positive effects of the recent mushrooms were already evident enough, they would cause an economic and cultural exaltation.

But, surpassing the trees and mushrooms as lessed things, the most shocking change, is lying sealed within the dense depths of the forest of the Troll Kingdom, and only the most unfortunate or fortunate, depending on the situation, could attest.

The Jungle was discovered by mere coincidence by Trolls to the east of their Kingdom, and such change was so alarming to the giants that they, without hesitation, formed a considerable force of 300 warriors and departed to the heart of the unknown land, arroganst and ignorants of what destiny prepared for them while they marched into the density of the vegetation and the thickness of the mud ...

And penetrated the domain of the lurking and shadowed threat of the hostile and territorial native creatures that inhabited there as well ...

Unfortunately, the change entailed other harmful novelties apart from the sinister jungle, of which neither they, nor the other native races in the New World could ever have realized sooner ...

During the metamorphosis, the Corruption had manifested itself in liberal quantities in the putrid terrain in some very particular plains, and soon the Soul Eaters and Devourers emerged into the frigid air of the Moon, and loosely roamed in their new domain without much change in the manner of how they lived ... except that now that they were no longer stuck by the natural currents of their ancient world nor the bindings of the Hallow, the monsters of Corruption were unleashed to desolate, corrupt and expand their homeland, and from the depths of the chilling and desolate land, a tremor of anticipation reverberated from the immense pits that hollowed out the layer of the dying earth.

The Devourers, honoring the name they were given, did a slow but precise job in getting rid of the life of the caves and the underground in general, and little by little, becoming contaminated by the corrosive saliva of the gigantic worms, the layers of the New World were turned to the Corruption, which expanded more frequently with each second that passed, and hissed in pleasure when it noticed that its energy was no longer sealed by the Guardian, and it thought with no short amount of boasting, that it would not be too long before its most powerful beasts were born.

And what was the place where the Corruption "flourished"?

The Katze Planes.

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To the northwest, farther north of the Argland Council State Alliance, a fleshy, viscous, vile mass fell from the sky with a seemingly inoffensive scarlet dip, but in a few moments the mass began to vibrate in twisted pleasure and turbulent enthusiasm. Without wasting time it sowed its seeds and tendrils and buried its roots in the fertile and virgin land, and little by little the grass around the expansive reddish mass became fleshy and heavy with blood, and the stench that wafted of it, similar to that of an unattended wound began to float in the air. And in an hour, the first creature that was born of this disturbing phenomenal and living landscape was no less disturbing, when numerous tentacles, sensory organs and a mouth full of twisted and sharp teeth appeared in the anatomical grotesque, and with a sound that varied between a screech and a moan coming from its "throat", the Crimera began to fly using the power that its Home provided, and thought what the mass thought, and went to fulfill that thought.

'Eat'.

And on the border between the Slane Theocracy and the Elven Kingdom, on the Crescent Lake, suddenly a beautiful landscape of pastel colors and bright oaks and a turquoise grass that seemed to throb with light in the night appeared from nowhere, and little by little little, letting themselves be illuminated by the Moon, the magnificent Unicorns came out of their hiding places and looked with impressive intelligence in their colorful eyes at the enormous natural satellite, and for brief moments they were soothed by the calmness of everything ...

Until they smelled and felt the uncomfortable cold in their furs the presence of their hated counterparts, and the Unicorns snorted and revealed their teeth aggressively at the unpleasant stench of Corruption, and the nauseating sensation of the Crimson. But then their eyes widened in shock and their movements stopped when they felt in the back of their heads the indisputable sensation of the Humans.

And surprisingly, the presence of particular entities, which they could never feel for a long time.

Elves.

The Unicorns were astonished at this revelation, but promptly shook themselves out of their stupor and turned their heads towards the direction where they felt them, and certainly, stretching their senses, they could perceive a considerable number of Elves concentrated in one place, and Not too far away were the humans.

And the Unicorns felt that the Elves were nervous, scared even. And they tried to concentrate more deeply, and to their infinite relief, they found the light that came in their spirits, and the Hallowed Creatures relaxed, and tried tentatively to try and sense the Humans, and their breaths hitched in their throats.

Among them, there was Light as well, but it was murkier than that of the Elves, and then they felt the abrupt Darkness in some of them, and the Unicorns needed no more reason to hesitate.

In an instant they began to gallop swiftly north of the Elven Kingdom Capital, and with agility and grace maneuvered among the Huge Trees - and their spirits plowed with a brief happiness, Healthy and uncorrupted trees! - and with renewed determination and abandonment they ran faster.

But, staying in their minds there were questions, and the one that stood out most among all of them was,

'What happened, so we had found Purity again and not a world completely conquered by Darkness?'

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Accompanying the Moon, the transformation of the New World took a slow but sure step, and the number of witnesses to the numerous phenomena grew ... in par with the number of victims; a fatal fact that was not going to be registered until the near future.

The Soul Eaters flew in all directions, appearing from the pits with the same speed as in Terraria, but the difference fell in their numbers, and hundreds of the rotten amalgams managed to reach the cities of the Theocracy, and hundreds more made their way to the capital, and behind the formation, a plethora of terrified screams rose in response to the unexpected arrival of the vile creatures, in tandem with the screams, the buzzing sounds that their wings caused made and the cracking of their jaws.

Unprepared and bewildered by the sudden disturbance, legions of Guards and Clerics rushed to the streets to protect the civilians, but the sight that held them crushed their morale cruelly, and they were paralyzed in fear at the sight of the Soul Eaters. And the creatures sensed the fear emanating from the soldiers and priests, and abandoned their current objectives (spilling corrupt fluids in the streets and buildings, devouring people with painful bites and knocking them down with savage thrusts) to intercept, or rather massacre, The trembling ranks of the presided Guard.

The following could be described as chaos.

The ominous light of the Moon, while looking ambivalently at the carnage below, simply served as an advantage to the Soul Eaters, who, already accustomed to living in the Corruption pits, could see more than 120 feet easily in total darkness. While the soldiers and magic casters struggled to block or diminish the losses caused by the horrid beasts, and the first signs of resistance were manifested in the most protected blocks of the Holy Cities.

The battle in which the Soldiers of the Theocracy and the Soul Eaters were engaged could have left the 6 True Gods speechless.

In the City of Light, where the Cathedral of Light was founded...

Magical lights roared and exploded in fiery blasts throughout the city did little to hide the spells and arrow show being fired at the corrupt creatures, with some successfully intercepting their enemies. The screams mingled with the buzzing, swords clashing against rotting flesh and sinister jaws burying themselves in metal plates, skin and bones were one of the few things that created the chaotic cacophony of the battle.

Squadrons of numerous Soul Eaters, all of different sizes and shapes, maneuvered with unimaginable speed and skill between the spells of a row of Priests who where shooting from a terrace, and the Soldiers in charge of protecting them ran to stop their advance.

"[Calm Emotions]!"

One of the Priests exclaimed, and the terror that once covered the eyes of the Soldiers was now reduced to a grim determination, and their movements became more fluid and more experienced, and the Soul Eaters were forced to concentrate on them, but each Attempt to overwhelm them with their numbers was disbanded by the Priests.

"More of those things coming from the north!"

One of the Soldiers roared as he deflected an ugly bite from a Soul Eater, and responded by stabbing the beast in its jaw with his sword, which was imbued with Holy attributes. The creature screeched in pain, falling and writhing in itself by the stab, and the Soldiers took a quick look at this, and their faces lit up in inspiration.

With renewed vigor, they responded to the attacks of the Soul Eaters, stabbing the creatures with stretched movements, which they tried to evade, but little by little they fell before the swords. However, this was answered more aggressively by the Soul Eaters.

One bite deposed one of the Soldiers with one arm, a diagonal cut dislodged the eye and jaw of a Soul Eater, several of them joined against two of the humans and tore them apart without paying attention to their painful cries, a Priest fired [Fire Rain] towards a group of the creatures, setting them on fire.

This situation occurred for the most part of the city, civilians and soldiers and priests fell indiscriminately by the things, the indisputable stench of death began to float through the air, and the fight did not wane at all, the citizens were ordered to hide in their most secret rooms and kept hidden. The management of the soldiers was incredible, and it was thanks to the discipline imparted by the dedicated faith of the superiors that they could respond as quickly and efficiently as of now.

From all the towers, streets and military buildings, the most disciplined could order the troops, many guards were crowded into the main streets, while the Priests remained in the corners and in places where the mysterious aberrations could not reach, and soon a band of them appeared ahead, with blood and organs falling from their disgusting mouths. Among them a commander of the Guard quickly ordered the soldiers to take a position in front of one of the Cathedrals - the Cathedral of the God of Light - and it was not necessary to detail how determined they were in preventing the representation of one of their Gods from being deflowered by the offensive creatures.

"Hold still,"

The commander of the guard, whom we will now call Tohma, commanded as he stretched out an arm, looking with resolved and hardened blue eyes at the horde of Soul Eaters flying towards his direction. And his other hand grasped the hilt of his sword with such force that his knuckles turned white, and at his side, numerous archers and Priests looked with bravely grim expressions, and they all shared the same resolution as Tohma, which created a stroke of pride that moved him inwardly, but he focused on the buzzing things, and little by little raised his arm.

The archers stretched their bows, and almost silently invoked their spells, imbuing their arrows with Holy attributes for the greatest damage - a factor provided by their fallen comrades, one that will decide the outcome of this shady battle. And they let them out, hitting any Soul Eater that even floated near the Cathedral.

Priests and Warriors prepared for the skirmish that would fall on them, and no doubt the other groups dedicated to the protection of the other sectors of the Cathedral must be in the same position and situation as them, or maybe they were already fighting. And such thoughts caused them to clench their teeth and glare daggers to the Soul Eaters.

The mentioned creatures noticed the accumulation of the Humans, and they made a disturbing sound to call more of their species, and little by little the soldiers of the Theocracy saw how the other Eaters left the streets and buildings to go to the Cathedral, without doubt attracted by the smell and temptation of human flesh.

"NOW!"

Tohma roared, and numerous crossbowmen hidden behind the formation were revealed with Holy crossbows firing all their holy arrows at most of the Soul Eaters, and most of them crashed into the figures of the creatures, making them fall down and losing any resemblance to a row, and the crossbowmen behind them they also started firing, killing more of the things before they began to recharge as fast as they could, and the archers provided them time by firing their own arrows. But already a number of the things approached the line, and the Soldiers intercepted the ugly creatures, starting another battle within the City, but this one in particular was larger than the other skirmishes that were unfolding around.

Tohma killed one of the entities that aimed at one of his soldiers with a vertical cut that opened its entire belly, letting out a pile of smoky and rotten fluid that almost made him regurgitate in disgust, but he put aside the unpleasant smell and turned to get rid of more of them.

He made a diagonal cut, traversing one of them halfway, then bent down and let two collide with each other, and he dug his sword through the pair, ceasing their reticent movements. He turned then almost losing his head, but he certainly lost his sense of smell thanks to the mouth of the thing, and with a grunt he threw his sword to the hilt in the body of the Eater, and it stopped moving.

Throwing the thing aside, he then noticed the piles of rotting flesh scattered on the street and on the wall, and he himself could feel the unholy energy coming out of the wreckage, and he clenched his teeth as he turned his eyes away from the waste and he proceeded to examine the battle around him.

Then there were dozens of corpses of the guards lying on the top of the wall, all with huge holes in their bodies that oozed pus and drool, but for his tiny consolation and sense of triumph and pride he saw more corpses of these things around them, and little by little the number of the Soul Eaters was decreasing. Most of his men were agitated, but safe, however, several of the Priests showed weariness and the arrows were already scarce.

However, having said that, the threat of those things to the Cathedral was stopped, and upon realizing this, the soldiers allowed themselves to be embroiled by their feats and roared victoriously in the slowly illuminating dawn sky. And for a moment, Tohma accompanied his men in their moment of fanfare, but resumed his sobriety and he began barking orders to his soldiers.

"Very well, start cleaning up the place of those things! Take the corpses of the deceased into the Cathedral! And let the priests inside take care of them."

The last part was said with a solemn tone, and the soldiers nodded and went to carry out their duties diligently, and he turned to the rest of the city, and noticed a few Soul Eaters roaming the city, and his eyes widened in an impersonal moment of horror at noticing the mere amount of corpses in the streets of both races.

"For the gods…"

He gasped quietly in horror, and his reaction was not the only one, several more of his soldiers looked at the outcome of the battle, and a knot in their throats and a moment of hesitantion incapacitated them to tear their eyes out of the sight.

Citizens, of all ages, were collapsed on the ground with expressions of horror and pain with varying states of dismemberment ... and with their bodies melted by the fatal effects of the bite of the adepts. They were accompanied by soldiers, but around most of these corpses there were at least 2 of the dead Soul Eaters.

But all of them shared a feature: their bodies began to decay when little by little the sunlight filtered through the edge of the wall, any trace of their existence left with the ashes of their corpses, never to be seen again.

The buildings were damaged by the corrosive saliva of the creatures. Roofs, pillars, streets and anything else that could have been underneath the things was deformed and left in a grotesque mess of acid and slime. Countless splashes of blood and other liquids tarnished the streets, emphasizing the horror that has just crossed this city.

The soldiers, feeling safe, for at least a moment, collapsed on their rears and placed their protected heads in their covered hands, others stared lostly at the newly converted ghost city that was once a proud and vibrant metropolis, the famed Capital of Humanity, reduced to a zone of war; a war that perhaps very well could be preferred that lasted only that night.

Noticing the growing absence of the noises of the battle, the survivors began to come out of their hiding places, to then recoil in disgust or scream in terror and anguish before the depressive sight that extended as far as their eyes could reach. A scream, from a particular woman, for having lost her newborn and her husband echoed in the silence of the city, and Tohma averted his eyes from the view, and swallowed heavily.

One of his soldiers approached him, and placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him by squeezing it, and Tohma appreciated the gesture with a nod, and turned to his troops, and took a moment to compose himself.

"We must form a search and purification team! Jaerher, you and 6 men go with 4 of the Priests to attend to the wounded and clean the city of the remains ..."

The world seemed mute as he ordered his men, and after listing his orders and their men breaking ranks and running out of the Cathedral and in to the city, he noticed that the Sun's rays finally began to shine over the city, and he sighed wearily when the effects of the adrenaline of the battle were finally gone, and he took off his helmet to run a hand through his hair and finally rest it on his haunted eyes.

'By the Gods, what just happened now?'

He inhaled deeply, and the ashes in the air almost scraped his throat, and he went along with his soldiers to give his report to his Commander and to meet with the Cardinal of Light.

He noticed by extension how the Eaters fled completely from the city when the sun landed on the horizon, and he was overwhelmed by the fury that came upon him, but he shook his head and continued on his way.

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The Battle of the Capital City of the Theocracy was not the only conflict that occurred on that fateful night.

All cities suffered a sudden attack, devastating to others even, by the now existing creatures, even the Zombies ...

Lakyus watched from the roof of a bulding that belonged to a noble, who was devoured cruelly. She was flanked by her sisters, as the plumes of smoke made, almost as if they were doing it consciously, that the morning rays of the Sun looked shady on Re-Estize without any shortage of dread. The other Roses were quiet, almost too quiet, partly because there was nothing to say right now, not while they could see the raised corpses from the people who fell in the invasion of the undead - who appeared out of nowhere. ; Inside the city; and without any trace of a breach in the entrance - and little by little they staggered and shuffled their feet, whimpering gutturally and moaning with an agony that tormented them even in the unlife, towards the city gate, which was already torn down by the incessant hits of those Flying Eyes.

And as they swept their eyes across the apocalyptic landscape, they saw the other surviving adventurers, and a few commoners too, terrified and without any idea of what happened until it was over, and no doubt, they thought grimly, that many will not be healed completely, both in mind and body, and will be left without many alternatives to live after this.

The whole city, including the Royal Palace - courtesy of the Demon Eyes - was gravely affected by this indescribable and unfailing attack, and worse, because of the laziness of the Guards at their posts and the crime that was beating in the city like an evil tumor, the number of deaths was so high that it could simply be said that the Capital was vacant now, and mysteriously, the objects some of the nobles of medium and low power owned disappeared between midnight and the morning.

But for their suspicions, they discovered that all those undead they killed possessed property over their bodies; coins, more than anything, and they wondered if those zombies were people slaughtered and then raised as undead in the same place and in a short time.

If that was true ...

Then there was only one suspect capable of doing that, and their grip on their kunais, swords and Warpick tightened.

"Semos! Semos!"

At the screams, Blue Rose turned with renewed panic, only to see an old woman screaming desperately as she stumbled and struggled to lift her worn boots of the mud that made all the cities' street, and she looked everywhere with unadultered dismay, and something inside the noble female adventurer broke when the woman noticed a toy bear in the middle of the street, and she, slowly and shakily, bent to pick up the stuffed animal, and after a moment of trepidation, she left a terrible howl that reverberated even the interiors of Lakyus, and she closed her eyes tightly.

Evileye looked almost disconnected in shock by the whole scene, and she again looked at the huge line of undead emerging from the very narrow entrance, and lowered her head with a plethora of sensations so horrible that, if it were not for her nature - which she shared with those zombies, even if a little - she would have vomited simply because of the heaviness of the situation.

She glanced at the rest of her group, and again lowered her eyes to her feet, and began to walk away from the view. None of her sisters tried to stop her.

Gagaran, Tia and Tina looked at each other worriedly as they watched her go, the energy that the male woman always carried with her was completely absent, and replacing it was a grim severity placed on her face. The twins wore looks of slight conflict as they wavered between taking out their Kunais and standing still before such a horde of undead.

Lakyus snapped her head up, and turned to her sisters with a hardened expression of determination.

"We must follow those undead, we must know where they will go now."

Gagaran and the twins nodded in total agreement, and all of them began to come down from the roof, Evileye only showed an almost slight hesitation in her steps, but she recovered and followed the others, staying behind while Lakyus gave her orders.

When the city was truly and completely absent of the feeling of the Zombies, and then relieved of the lingering presence of the undead, leaving a faint sense of death behind, manifested with the bereaved laments of those who lost their loved ones and with the complete silence that fell on some parts of the city. The Blue Roses moved.

They quickly ran to the entrance, and were dodging and sending apologetic and sympathetic glances to those who were mourning and those who were trying to help, they ran and almost went out through the gate, but one of the adventurers, a Silver ranked Ranger, called them and the Blue Roses half turned to see an almost too young girl.

"Where are you going? Why are you trying to leave when the city is in this state?!"

The girl asked impulsively with a fiery tone, and although she initially took offense, Lakyus endured her reply when she saw the bloodstains on the forearms and face of the girl, and the adventurer walked towards the most inexperienced one and briefly informed her while placing her hand on one of her small shoulders.

"We must follow that horde of undead, its mere number is very dangerous to even think to leave alone, my most sincere apologies, but this situation can get worse if we do not prevent any future attacks." The girl was beginning to blush in embarrassment, but Lakyus saved her from further embarrasment by turning around and resuming her path, but she turned to the Ranger, and told her.

"We will come back to solve this."

And they went through the entrance, and noticing the numerous bloodstains and innards splattered on the ground, they did not need much of the twins' tracking skills, and Blue Rose ran, following the trail of the horde.

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The soldiers stationed in the Imperial Fortress, located in the territories adjacent to the Katze Plains, who waited in their presided posts for the annual battle in the aforementioned plains had no idea what was happening at the beginning, and at the moment when they discovered what was happening. It was too late; because the Corruption had already grown strong, and they saw with their own eyes what it caused.

Having been located a short distance away from the decaying vegetation of the Planes, they witnessed how the pale and cloudy landscape seemed to be disturbed by greater darkness and a heaviness in the air, or, rather: a lack of one. And the soldiers were alarmed and called to arms, but their caution would be futile.

The Corruption, it slowly and surely spread through the land that was corrupted beforehand, and it hissed in pleasure when it could feel the amount of death that filled the layers this earth in its core, and slowly sucked everything offered by the plains.

The grass turned to ash, the rocks that protruded from the ground became sinister claws that emanated a kind of dense gas, and little by little, all the bodies that were still decaying were consumed by the phenomenon, and replacing them in their posts emerged ... things , which could not be described beyond being containers of some sort, and they noticed that several of the equipment that the Re-Estize commoners owned, which made up the majority of the dead there, floated insde the thing.

The soldiers looked, shocked and agitated, by the atmosphere that grew before them slowly, and even they swore that the light of the Moon became much darker ...

And rising from the earth with a thunderous sound, suddenly, the Devourers crossed the floors of the Fortress, and splitted some soldiers in two or took them with their fangs to the cold depths.

In their panicked state, the humans started to run, but many poisonous and weedy thorns locked them up, completely covering the surroundings of the Fortress, and although they drew their swords and cut them off, more and more of the infernal monsters came from above ...

A small Soul Eater knocked a soldier from behind and proceeded to devour his back, and when the screeching and gurgling soldier, stained of his own blood and the creature's corrosive saliva, tried, albeit weakly, to shake the creature off, more of them they came upon him to devour him. A Devourer snaked through the floor of the fortress and with incredible speed it whipped the soldiers with its twisted tail, leaving them unable to get rid of the worm.

The chaotic battle seemed to be a desperate fight uphill, and the soldiers tried to take refuge anywhere, or jump from several windows to escape. Numbers of humans ran so violently to any place to escape the massacre that several of them died trampled, however, their attempts would only pile up more time to live, but the result would be the same.

The Fortress stood hard and harsh even as the Corruption began to devour and deflower the stone slabs and wooden planks that formed the infrastructure of the entire building, and the effects of it became fully evident after the attack.

The last screams of the soldiers could have been fuel of nightmares that night, but the buzzing and the digging sounds of the Devourers drowned out their last sounds of pain.

At dawn, in the faintest light that filtered from the mist and sky of the biome of death, the magnificence that once the Imperial Fortress had now was turned into an incredible sense of suffocation and weakness for the powerful manifestation of the Corruption .

As a pillar of Darkness, numerous Soul Eaters plowed the air around the now Corrupted Fortress, which was used to incubate eggs from Soul Eaters - a discovery that greatly pleased The Corruption - and for the next arrival of the other Monsters.

Inside, its corridors turned dark and with stalagmites purely made of Ebonstone protruding from the ground, agonized whispers of the dead rolled through the inner courtyard, which in the middle of it was a huge pit that went miles down, and emerging in liberal amounts the Soul Eaters entered and exited to the pit, carrying in their jaws the remains of animals, humans, demihumans, and even trees and plants.

And in the eerie and frigid and silent, apart from the buzzing of the Soul Eaters, darkness of the pit, in the background, passing through numerous Demon Altars and corrupt orbs, where numerous nests of Soul Eaters and dwellings of Devourers gnawed the ever-dark caverns of Corruption, lay a huge monstrosity, which left all other creatures as ants.

The monstrosity, which remained motionless and dormant since the beginning of the change, opened one of its thousands of shining eyes with slow and undisguised savagery and primal instinct, and the snarl that it released reverberated its enormous throat and rumbled the pit where it lived. And little by little, ominously, like an omen of the fall of the world, the colossus began to meander and crawl through its new territory, and with increasing strength and movement the titanic creature rose to the surface, breaking the ground, arching to reveal itself to the rays of the Sun, and it roared gutturally, shaking the ground and all the layers beneath, and the chaotic sound rolled through the New Wrold in all directions, at all depths and heights, until it reached the boundaries of the continent.

To this, not only the citizens, warriors, magicians and nobles of the New World were startled and felt a gloomy presentiment, not only a horrible chill ran through their spines, not only heard the tremors that caused the beast, and not only them could hear the scream of those who perished from the Corrupted Fortress.

An Overlord shook himself from his confusion upon arriving at the New World, an entire Tomb was put on guard against the roar.

An entire council of Sleeping Dragons instantly woke up with everyone having with a cold sweat on their scales.

A half-elf whipped her head immediately upon hearing the defiant howl.

Over them all, a heavy sensation was placed in their stomachs, which would torment them for the future.

The Eater of Worlds has awoken.

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In the bowels of the Azerlisian Mountain Range, sealed from the light of the world, was a group of five humanoid forms, covered in robes and hoods that conjured shadows on their faces. Among all of them they shared the same trait. Devotion.

Two of them were armed with bows of immaculate and exquisite detail, most of it presenting a being of Biblical proportions and spatial forms throughout the wooden surface, provided with poisonous and highly efficient arrows, capable of even crossing adamantite without problems. They had firm stances and were positioned protectively around two others. And their heads were bowed down in reverence.

These two others were making motions of adoration and pronouncing incantations and songs of an unknown tongue, their voices, though quiet, carried a duty that not everyone could have on their shoulders, and their eyes were shining incessantly with power. They bowed over and over again tirelessly in front of a Mysterious Table of intricate figures and precious gems embedded in the material. It was positioned on a stone altar that seemed to be uniquely and exclusively made for this purpose, and the sense of power and mystery emanating from this table overwhelmed all the four of them.

Less to the fifth.

Unlike the previous ones, this figure wore a tunic of greater value and that exclaimed greater importance, but without it being unbearable to the eye or striking at all. All his skin was covered with gloves and / or with chainmail or leather protection. His position was proud and determined, but at the same time calculating and cautious. Asserting his position in the group, he wore a mask, specifically that of a Plague Doctor, and his white eyes focused on the plank that rested on the stone.

And then, with a baritone voice, he ordered.

"It's enough."

And the whole cult turned to their leader, the devotees were paralyzed before the command, and the archers turned, alarmed and bewildered, towards the Lunatic Cultist. Who, even with his face sealed behind the mask, expressed a solemnity that was never preceded.

"What is troubling you, my Leader?"

One of the devotees, a woman thanks to her unquestionably feminine tone, asked submissively, looking down to not meet the eyes of his magnanimous leader, and imitating her, her other companions lowered his head, and the four waited for his response.

The Lunatic Cultist was silent for a moment, looking intently at the Table as if searching for all his answers on the intricate surface, and then tilting his head at the Devotees when he did not find any. Nonetheless, he said.

"We have been wrong - no, I have been wrong, my dear followers, and it is a great shame to admit this failure to you, and nothing I do can repay your devotion to this task, much less for what you have gone through, and for that reason , I deeply apologize."

And shockingly, the Lunatic Cultist bowed deeply, repentantly, and the Devotees and Archers stared at him, stunned, and unable to say anything for a few moments, but then, the Lunatic Cultist began to talk before they could reject the apology.

"The purpose of this cult was to bring this world to progress - so that we could get rid of The Corruption and the Crimson, is not it?"

At the quick assent, he then stood back and extended his arms, and went on.

"Then, how will we want the Colossus of the Moon, with all its infinite splendor and power to help us in our perennial struggle against these evils, if we can only offer our short service? Do not take offense in what I say - you are the beings that I have come to admire most in my ephemeral time as leader of this commended union, but we will be unable to fulfill the will of our Lord with only our lives. "

At that, the entire cult made brief sounds of understanding and enlightenment, and the Lunatic Cultist nodded, and moved one of his arms in a gesture as if gather, and the members listened attentively to the statements of their Leader.

Lunatic Cultist turned around, turning his back to his cult while muttering, blood boiling.

"I was not united with you when the Terrarian attacked you, I was arrogant, inexperienced, and, worst of all, foolish."

He spat contemptuously at himself, and his hands clenched and trembled in an almost unstoppable fury when he mentioned the cause of his fall, their fall, but, gruffly, the Lunatic Cultist admitted that, thanks to his one death experience, he now had the necessary requirements to survive.

And invoke in this world the true Lord of everything.

The Cult looked at him apologetically, but with renewed conviction, when he turned back to them, and proclaimed, with a resolute tone.

"In order for us to succeed in our task, we must use different tactics."

The Devotees and Archers looked at him expectantly from the shadow of their hoods.

"We will - no, we must covert more to our cause."

And then they heard it. And the Five Cultist widened their eyes in horror, and after the roar, the Lunatic Cultist turned around to face them again, and with an aggraviated voice, he ordered.

"We must move, take the Table, we are going out of this cave at ONCE!"

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In the morning, after the change, with Albedo's gaze on him, the still confused Momonga was sweating in copious but non-existent amounts, and he willed himself to not move his eyes to any direction other than in the [Observation Mirror], and he looked, then, with undisguised interest, when the earth then became putrid and vile.

In the beginning, he started with a sense of panic that was immediately eliminated - surely by his racial skill - and now, things were in decline from there. For having altered the background story of Albedo, the Succubus was completely in love with him, which filled him with shame and regret.

Second, while numerous hypotheses and theories came to his head, he wanted to prove the genuineness of the supposed reality in which he was now ordering Sebas to explore the surroundings of Nazarick's Tomb.

And now, after a long meeting with the very-certainly-and-undoubtedly-alive Floor Guardians over the protection and integrity of Nazarick, he formulated strategies along with Albedo, Demiurge and Mare to seal the entrance to the Tomb so as not to attract unwanted attention.

Before the following things happened:

With the report of Sebas about the immediate surroundings of the Tomb being, apart from the numerous slimes and zombies and demonic eyes that appeared and he pointedly avoided as he ordered, normal, Momonga inquired more about what kind of world and what kind of enemies he was facing before continuing his steps, so he, commanding Shalltear due to her combat skills, send her out of the Tomb to prove the resilience of the undead and flying enemies.

Only for both Vampire and Overlord to be disappointed and relieved to find that the enemies were pathetically weak, respectively.

But more curious was that when she killed the zombies in large quantities with one attack, she noticed that the deceased dropped a few coins, the most common being copper ones, and with more research using the blacksmiths of Nazarick, they discovered that the material used to make the coins was so valuable that, if 100 units of said coins were sold, the price would pile up to 25 silver coins, at least.

Therefore, he ordered Shalltear to end up with the greatest number of demonic eyes and zombies, and to bring any material that they release to him to be examined. The Vampira enthusiastically complied with their orders, thirsting for another battle, but acted with discretion throughout the entire administration.

At the end of the night, they obtained 765 copper coins, 321 silver, 534 lenses - being dropped by the flying eyes -, 90 Zombie arms, 102 Shackles, 50 pieces of ore and ore, almost a ton of gel on the part of the slimes, and the most impressive: 40 potions, all of them of various uses.

And that, thanks to another in-depth investigation, they discovered to their intrigue that the components of the materials that made up the slimy and apparently unintelligent life forms were unknown and completely different from those of an Elder Ooze, like Herohero or an Elder Slime of Yggdrasil, like Bukubukuchagama, and the same thing happened with the potions.

For further study, Demiurge offered the idea of a "farm" within Nazarick, preferably on the 4th floor due to the properties of the new oozes, to harvest and process the slimes, and Momonga, naively - as also preferring to not know the details that provided the structure or the research, even - he allowed the Archdevil to do what he wanted, as long as the results were satisfactory. Also he brought to the Overlord the design of a underground facility to study the composition and effects of the mysterious potions and how to produce them themselves, with Neuronist as his research companion and several native beings (preferably humans, if chance was present) as test subject.

And now, during the morning of the next day after the change, and moments after that roar, Momonga was studying the origin of the sound, and his efforts paid enormously, and he now, discovered the Corruption.

"Oh?"

For the first time in his short and tense stay at the now-real Nazarick, he acted genuinely and bent to see the silent landscape of death, noting the amount of holes that decorated the ground. Beside him, Albedo also raised her eyebrows in what would be like concealed surprise, but in an instant she slightly sharpened her eyes when she noticed the same thing that Momonga noticed.

A Soul Eater, or from his perspective, a grotesque being worth living in the swamps that surrounded Nazarick, and Momonga, in the back of his head, thought about telling the Archdevil about this revelation, and try to investigate more about the creature.

'Interesting ... never in Yggdrasil such a thing had been seen ... but there are World Items that could change the world or even reality, as the lore said ... Ugh, do not tell me that this is because of a vicious Player ... Will there be more Players here?'

Momonga proceeded to explore The Corruption, and with the help of Albedo in pointing out several details that the Overlord might not have noticed - something that was utterly Impossible for the Succubus, and very useful for the grateful Overlord - while spying on the mysterious biome.

And they ran into the Eater of Worlds, and Momonga had, simply had, the tiniest and most absurd idea, to offer Aura such a creature.

'Does Aura have a worm, or may she want one...? No, she does not have one, but I will not offer her anything like that anyway. '

And the Succubus and the Overlord spent most of the morning determining the levels of the creatures and the colossal worm, and Momonga was thoughtful while Albedo went out to report and call Demiurge for future moves in the New World. And with more interest, Momonga continued to explore The Corruption ...

Until he ran into a village a short distance away, to the northwest, and he meditated on his next choice, watching around the seemingly uninteresting display of civilization, and he wondered who would be crazy enough to settle on the edges of a biome such as the Corruption or, called as 'the Purple landscape' by the Overlord.

For a while, Momonga was thoughtful, while Mare covered the Tomb with vines, weeds and grass and moved the earth to make false hills around it. Demiurge personally with his Demon Lords capturing the slimes so he can start with his 'research' ...

And he came to a conclusion, and brought both fingers to his temple.

'Albedo, after you do what I told you, come to my office.'

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And that's all. Welcome to The Moon Wars, my new fanfiction and the one I decided to dedicate myself instead of Nabe Unchained (which, although not abandoned, it is still in reform) and Overlord Plus Hero.

What am I doing with this Fanfiction? All the questions you ask will be answered by the PM, so do not hesitate to let me know.

I hope you like it, and I hope you give reviews soon :)