It began to fold around him, locking into place. He stepped into the armor, which lay open and splayed like a corpse on a dissection table. The mirror’s information indicated that his new body was functioning normally, that reincarnation had been a success, and that all was well in this particular quarter of his kingdom. They could be confusing to people in this era. He checked the wall-mounted deadmind mirror-that mirror would have been called a ‘monitor’ in earlier eras, but it had been so long that he’d stopped using such terms. His old set had probably been taken by thieves by now, robbed from his corpse. He’d been meaning to begin using it-this offered a good chance. One of the newer sets, the height of current design and technology. He rose, bare feet upon the smooth bamboo floor, and crossed the room to where a suit of armor stood waiting. The faces of the Deathless were not to be seen by common mortals. He sat up, reaching out to pick up the helm that lay on the nearby table. Thousands of years of life had taught Raidriar many things, but the most important was to be in control. The swishing of robes in the hallway outside his Devoted, hurrying to obey the call of reincarnation. A few muted beeps from the deadminds that monitored his vital signs. Soft rain outside, hitting leaves and the quiet rooftop, leaving the air cool and damp. It was a feeling he had never wanted to feel again.Īround him floated the serene sounds of his Seventh Temple of Reincarnation. It was a terrifying, yet exhilarating feeling. The gasp of the dead returning to life, his heart pounding, his eyes opening wide. It was the uncontrolled gasp of one who had been without breath for too long. The God King came awake with a deep gasp.
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