A man is seen standing on a cliff. He is wearing black gauntlets with gold bracelets that expose his fingers, black pants, slippers, a black and gold monk like shirt, but it looks sort of made like metal, gold earrings, and a crimson belt. His left eye was red, and his right eye gold. Behind him is a knight in full armor, kneeling. “Is it ready, Dienaar?” The man asks. “Yes, it is. It is on top of a mountain, surrounded by blue and green trees. It shouldn’t be hard to miss, sir.” The knight replies. “Good good. I hope it ends well.” the man tells him. “You have been a great servant. I hope you know that Dienaar.” The man says to him. Dienaar looks at him in worry, and tells him “Are you sure about this? The people you are fighting are the strongest beings, they have supernatural abilities beyond comprehension. All you can do is martial arts, with some Soul manipulation. Are you sure you want to go head first into battle?”. “I don’t need fancy powers. They are strong, yes, but they aren’t disciplined. They can fight, but without their powers, they are as good as nothing, with a few notable exceptions.”. “Take my blade. You may need it.” Dienaar said in desperation. “No need! I’ll fight them myself. And if I die and a war is started, then I truly have fulfilled my role.” the man said in confidence. “You know that this won’t end the way you imagine.”. Dienaar told him in anger. “Don’t need it to. And if it does, the universe will know me as Varinzik, Lord of Havoc ”.

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