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"Do you smell something rotting?

Why are you so scared to discuss it?

Why don't you look at me in the eyes?"

During these past years, the so called 'Heir of Chaos' has gone silent.  And yet, strange occurrences have been happening across Meranthe, with the so called Heir of Chaos, Libertato Marino, talking and meeting with individuals in secret.

Plotting, talking.

Thinking, demanding.

. . .

His gaze, ever steady toward mankind, His hand, slowly attempting to reach it all, to take it all, to erase it all.

"Upon my years in this land, one thing is clear. Mankind is a horrible addition; they are broken and never learn from their mistakes. They take, die, and destroy without a second thought. The cycle never ends; the cycle always repeats. But I will break it; I will bring chaos and destruction to cleanse this world of its sins."

Libertato whispered to the land, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The Heir of Chaos was ready to unleash his wrath upon Meranthe, for his pride has been touched by the corruption and greed of mankind.

Too

Many

Times.

Catildre, Ynni, Ryker, Elvyn, Bartomeous.
Raian.

"You may think I've been simply dormant.

I am sleeping, resting, and slacking my time in this realm.

I've not.

And you all will soon meet my next creation."

Libertato's message was a threat, one sent to all who dared to oppose him, a warning of the impending chaos he planned to unleash.

. . .

At the end of the message, there it was. A childish drawing. He got locked away from his creativity when he was a child, torn apart, and treated as a clown.. . .

The drawing showed a man. Two gigantic swords lingered behind him—swords the height of pillars. 

There was something off-putting with them, a weird chaotic glow that illuminated them

The swords shone with Primordial energy, the insignia of Chaos shining brightly.

. . .

"Feel the bugs crawling up your body, underneath the skin of your arms. Whispering, whispering, ALWAYS whispering.

You can't stand their voice.

So you erase them and peel the flesh.

The pain, the relief... you know the secrets, the secrets of the bugs. You can finally remove the parasites from your body.

You are now more powerful and more understanding than any being in this god-damned reality.

. . .
The family of the Sun was not to be touched.

So. . .

The Heirs of Chaos will soon make their appearance.

The Penrose will make an appearance."

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