"You see, Zamorak was right. It will obliterate EVERYTHING. You see, the strength of the Spell depends on the user. Not only Gods use it, there are others with our kind of magic. When I created the Earth --"
"Guthix. Cliffnotes. Please," snapped Saradomin curtly.
"Right," sighed Guthix. "Basically, you are strong enough that the Spell killed everything. Saradomin, there is nothing left. No life."
"I don't believe you," snarled Saradomin. "You were just brought back. You're lying."
"No, I'm not," said Guthix patiently. "Let me show you." He grabbed his brother's arm before he could respond and repeated his spell from before. Instantly, he was in a barren wasteland.
"This, Saradomin, is what's left of the world."
"No. This is an illusion. Stop it, Guthix, this is how it must end."
"You want proof, Saradomin?" Guthix growled. "Look at this, then." He strode through the heaps of ruined bodies, muttering to himself. Finally, he stopped and knelt. "This, my brother, is you. Dead." Saradomin knelt beside Guthix and picked up the body.
"That's not me," he snapped. Guthix shoved the remains of one charred sleeve from the robes away to reveal a sun tattoo on the man's arm. Then he pushed up Saradomin's sleeve to reveal the same tattoo. It was the symbol of the Order.
"It's you," was all he said. He repeated the spell yet again, bringing them back to the past Varrock. Bydor was waiting impatiently for them.
"Saradomin, there is no life left. From here to the Elven lands, there is nothing. I can recreate life, but it would take thousands of years to build what was of the world. Do you really want that?" Guthix murmured.
Saradomin hung his head in shame. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother was right. "No," he conceded.
"Good. It appeared that you had strayed from your path, but I understand that you were blind. Now," he began. His voice became rushed.
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