Later on, just as the sun was setting, 6 mice stalked the edge of a deep abyss, their silhouettes shining against the orange sky. One had wings that were outstretched and long, flowing, orange hair. Another had enclosed wings and his hair was in a messy style. Another had goggles, the next had flowers all over herself, one had absolutely no clothes, but jets of pink light surged out occasionally, and the last had some sort of angelic look, like some sort of savior.
One could tell that this was Elisah and her Five Shamans--if one had retained memories from the war. The one with the outstretched wings was pacing frantically with a look of concern and anxiety on her face. "This is terrible... Very, very terrible..." she murmured, not breaking from her pacing trance. The others shifted uncomfortably, looking at her with the same extent of concern.
"Elisah, you mustn't be afraid. The Anvil God could sense your fear and attack from that point," the one that looked angelic replied. "I know that it may not be able to sense sense like us mice... but it could sense it to some extent that we know not of."
"Dont be silly, Yarshud. That jerk never was alive! He can't do anything at all except whack away mice into oblivion!" the naked one chimed in, frustrated. Yarshud bent her head in a teeny-tiny bit of shame, but she was actually pondering about something.
"And those survivors... surely they know nothing about the war?" The one with goggles wondered out loud, his face wrinkled with pure concentration.
"They should... I removed all of their memories about the war..." Elisah replied.
"But I've heard that there's another mouse in one of the villages. Elise, I think her name was. She's one of the elders that tells the truth but none believe her."
"Elise is different. She is entitled to that memory because..." the shaman's voice trailed off, leaving the others uneasy.
"Mihini, that's a load of hooey." The young one spat on the ground, then continued, "Everyone should have been wiped away from the war memories. No one got spared."
"Fizika, will you stop that!" the one with the enclosed wings boomed. "You're still young, and yet that is NO excuse to disrespect your elder shamans!"
"Sorry, Feng," the young one muttered and bent his head down in apology.
Ki, the remaining shaman, did not speak up.
"Anyways, if the rumors are true..." Elisah muttered and paced around again. "...if they are, which I hope not... the Anvil God may return. I don't know how, but it might..."
"Let's focus on if it is alive," Feng said, "so that we can properly prepare if it does attack, unlike last time."
"If it was..." Yarshud's voice trailed off.
"We'd have to..." Mihini tried to continue, but failed.
"Maybe there's another way," Ki quietly murmured, like the wind whooshing. "We don't have to use them."
"No, there is no other way." Elisah shook her head in dismay. "You will have to prepare, since the worst is coming." As if on cue, a deafening roar rattled the land and the Five Shamans cringed. She sighed, then continued the disjointed sentence.

"We will have to call upon every mouse in Transformice to fight another Anvil God war."

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Meanwhile, we were celebrating Cilent's induction into the Pack. Blake, Bast, and Gadget were whooping and cheering. Csone was just jamming to some of his music. Faith silently huddled into a corner, using a black and white polka-dotted beanbag.
"Congrats, Cilent!" they all said in unison, except for Faith, raising their 5th glass of cheese wine and laughing their heads off. ew, seriously? no. cheese wine should never happen in real life. I swayed uneasily in my seat, disoriented.
"Beth, are you alright?" Cilent hastily said. "Maybe all of that wine is too strong for a mouse like you."
"No, I'm fine!" I replied groggily, much to Cilent's suspicions. "Just 'at I'm tired."
All of a sudden, the door was burst open, and in ran a mouse that I knew so well. The others yelped, and Bast and Csone looked at the newcomer with such familiarity in their eyes.
"Rebecca? What are you doing here?" I asked, my senses fully alert.
"Guys, it's the most shocking news..." she panted in response. Faith squeaked and Cilent frowned. Someone muttered something under their breath.
"Go on," Blake wheedled her.
"You're never gonna believe this but Elisah... THE Elisah..."
"Elisah? What did she do now?" I said.
"She... has declared an emergency... the Anvil God..."
"Now wait just a minute," Gadget said. "That story was just a story."
"It WAS, but..." Rebecca inhaled.

"Someone made an Anvil God, and every mouse is expected to go into war against it."