The Desolate Continent, a mortal awakens. He was in a city. His friend was yelling at him. Medicine was already given. "Wilson are you alright?," he shout. "I'm fine," the man said hoarsely. "Glad you're fine," he said. He was happy. "I need to rest that injury did a number on me," Wilson said. His friend nod. "Ok if you need something extra don't hesitate to ask," his friend said. "I will," Wilson said. Quickly, his friend leave. When his friend completely left, he sat down. Wilson was in a daze. He still couldn't believe his current situation. "To think I actually survived," he murmur. He look toward the sky. "The others should be the same I wonder what kind of turmoil will they bring forth," he said to himself. Wilson knew the character of some of those followers. He could guess what they would do. "I followed a upright god maybe I can't control the world but if they dare to make trouble in front of me they will be killed for good," he said. Wilson eyes became cold.

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