They thought they could bury me. They thought that by casting down my physical form, they could extinguish the dark truth I uncovered. But power like mine doesn't just vanish—it waits. It hibernates within the pages of a very special tome, just waiting for a clever enough mind to turn the page.
I see you all, clinging to your "light" and your "defenders." Is it really worth it? Or are you just one discovery away from true greatness?