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"Look upon the modern man. What little they have become. Seeking baubles from a golden age in the darkest depths, to blind yourself of your own decay. Your arrogance is last layer of gold upon the rust of your degraded cities, held stagnant by the very creature you worship. Worry not little worm, your chain will soon break."

"Speak not in riddles, monster!" The adventurer bellows at the heart of the labyrinth, at golden eyes that long had lost their color, tainted by blasphemous curses.

"Meagre flesh, have your senses failed you? This world belongs to unordinary men. It is a world of gods and heroes, demons and sorcerors- Once again at the end of the world. So soon you forget. And so soon reminded. Your kingdoms reside on corpses of those whom came before, just as yours shall be the bedrock for those which follow. Make peace now with thyself and thy Spirits... For what we shall become shall garner none."

-Adventurers stumbling upon the Labyrinth Master, the Black Wing Chimera.