As the light fades, I slowly open up my eyes. What came into my sight first is a grassland. At the very edge of my Field of Vision, I can see a tall stone wall surrounding something, probably a city. A breeze blew through where I am standing, softly caressing my hair.

“Now. I need to know what is happening in this place. First thing first, I should visit the city.”

When I took the first step forward, the entire world starts to distort and glitch out. Blood started dripping from the sky and onto me, and strong winds started howling. I felt my movements were restricted, as if I have been turned to stone.

What… is this?

A deep, thunderous, and distorted voice rang out from the heavens and shook the entire world.

W̵̜̮͙̬̝̑͛̌́̍͂̔̍̾̽͘̚͠͝ȩ̷͉̭̬̣̼̦̱͉̩̬̹͂̅̅̽͆͋̇̆̃̃̕̚͠͝l̷̦͆̀̀̍̚l̸̨̧͎̭̹̇̎,̸̯̥̟͐́̌̏͐̓͐́̕͜͝ ̴̡̨͍̞͕͍̜̭͔̟̂͒́͑̆͋͋͒͊̾̕͜w̷̧̧̪̩̳̩͍̮̻̦͛͐͒͝͝ȩ̷͉̺̙̺͖̝̺͉̹̟̩͒̂̂͑̏̋̈́̀̆̅̓͜͠͠ͅͅl̸̡̡͖̯͓͓͎͒̄͊̕̕l̸̨̧̧͎͔̮̱̪͔͎͓͉͇̟̅̏́̉̅̔,̸͈̩̳̬̹̝̞͌͆͐̎͋̑͛̚͜ ̶̧̠͓̞͑͌͂͒̈́͐͐͂̒̿̐̂̄̀͜w̶͍̻͙͉̤̼̭͕͙̭̽̓̓̔͒́͗͜ė̶̢̟͚̬̾̒͑͗̔l̵͙̞̻͙͉͛ḷ̵̨̛̛̼̿͛̔́͌̅̓͆͐̓ͅ.̸̧͉̖͇͈̜̖͚̯͈̱͓̝̌̃́̌̽͝ ̶̢͈͍̟̣͔̫͉͓̓̋̔͆͗̀̌̑͊͝W̴͙̩͉̘̃̉̌̇́͜͝ḩ̵̗̘̦̟̹̞̺̘̻̝̫̤͇̻̔́̂̓̈́̽̋͂̍͒̎͂́̚ḁ̷̡̘̫̞̹͉̣͛̾̓̅̀̾t̴̛͙̆͐́͋̎̿̚͝͠ͅ ̵̡̨͓͎͕̥̬̗̖̣͉͋͐̊̾͗̽̃̚͜͜d̴̡̡͕͎̼̤̠͕͙͔̗͔͌̍o̴͎̰̯̤̟̯̝̫͇̦̗̤̼͂̑̎͂̓͐̄̿̐͘̚͘͝͠ͅ ̴͈̥̄͗͜͝w̸̨̢̛̞̪̙̙̲̺͈̻̹͙͒̐͛̿̾͌͗̌̌̂̄̕͘͠ḛ̷̫̱̙̺̖̖̕ ̴͙̩̼͍̜̫̈́͋̆̈́͆h̴̢̡̨̲̮̦̗̳̘̤̙͙͚͔͑̾̂̄͊͜ä̶̤͉̻̬͙͓͉̠̤̗́̆̽͋͘͜v̶̹̰͍͔̘̌̄e̵͙̦͓͇̙͉͇̹̖͓̥͇̤̔̄̐̄͊̓̎̂͜͜ ̶̥̥͌̿̽̏̄̇͛̆͘h̶̲̼̮̥͎͔̟̠̺̘͇͑͋̑é̵̢̛̼͔̖̹̯̜̹̮̭̙͉́̃̊̓̄͐͗̆̚͝r̸̡̜͖͕̳̗̫̯̟̥̮̳̱͆̈́̇̍̎̌̓̈̒̋̚͝͠ͅȩ̷͓̲̠̀̕̕͠͠?̸̡̳̠̗̼̝̞̈́͑̚ ̵̢͉͉̭̰͈̻͓͙̲̩̈̑́́̌͑̈͌̓̀̓̾̚̕͝H̷̯̫͎̘͓̼͔͈͔͉̭͈̬͉͋̀̾͊͒́̈̐̽̏͜a̴̼͔̲̰̠͑̈̂̇́̌͆́̔̅̕͝͝͝s̶̮͙̅͂͂͊̿́ ̵̛̻̊͗͂̋́̈̑̍͑̇͝T̶̨̧̫̥̰̱̹̿́̽̋̈̄͋̇͐͗̀̕̚͝i̵̗̮̟̦̪͚̫͆̂͆̏m̷̧̠̺̯͒́̉ȩ̸͙̻͚̲̞̘͔̲̪͇̒̀̽̔̋́́͊͘ ̵̗͒̃̄̔̈́̐̌̾͝f̶͖̺̗̯̦̹̠̦̃̌̇͆̓͑͆͒͝͠á̴̢̤̻͜i̵̧̦͕͓͖͕̮̥͔̊̓̔͋̈́̒ḻ̶̎e̷̛̛̥̺͈̱̓̾́̃͂͑͋̈̚d̸͙̮̓̈́̾͋̋̈́͠ ̷̪͇͔̪̯̤́̌̎̿́̊̉̀̅̔͒̔̕͝h̵̾́̀̊̉̈͘ͅe̴̛̤͉̘̺̙̬̤͉̝͈̭͉̰͑͐̏̍̅̂̏̕̚ͅr̴̛̦̥̝̱͕͎̗̘͋͒̓̉̈́̈́̓͛̈́͒̆ ̶̨̦̱̥̭͔̜̘̼͋̓̓̄̀͛̅̅̀̈́͊͝a̸̧̜͉̖̭̮̼̘̼̍͛̄̔͛̈̇͜͝s̸̛͖̣̙͈̜̯͕̰̫̜͑́͗̈́̃̏̽̓̒̑̕͠s̴̙̙͚͊̔̔͛̈́̃͋̕̚ĭ̴̢̧̗͉̗̬͎̤̏g̶̢̨̛̝͖͚̳̩̻̳̗̞̻͔̹̉̈̇̇͌͊̓̈͌́͗̆̎n̷̨̤̱̼̘̥͕̘͍̠̭͙̺̭̪͗͆̈́͂ḿ̵͚͇͘̚ȩ̴̨͕̜̹̠̬̘̺͎̹̽͆͠n̵̛͈̾͛͊̈̅͝ṭ̵̹͙͙̍̒̄?̶̡̛̛̥͉͐̀́͒͊͋̀̈̂͘̚͝

A huge eye opened up in the mid-air, showing the crimson red iris inside. It swivelled and turned to view the surroundings before turning towards and focusing all its’ attention onto me.

I tried to activate my powers to break this prison spell that this unknown caster is using, but nothing seems to work. I can feel my powers flowing within myself, but I am unable to release them. After much struggle, I finally managed to move my lips and open up my voice box, releasing the rage induced within myself.

“Who…. are… you….? What… is… your… motive?”

M̵̬̳̣͙̯̜̹͍̯͔͕̟̑̈̀͛̌̆̀̏͂̕ͅę̷̛̞̹͎̑̓?̴̡̩̜̭̳̝̺͙̱͙̣̲̲̖̭̋̽̈́͊̅̚ ̷̛̞̘̼̠̺͕̠͎̰̿́͂̎̈́̿͘͠Ţ̸̧̖̳̦̙͖̫̦͓͙̼̍̈́̆͐̐̆͗͑́͐̂͘ͅh̵͖͙̠̠̮̭̰̀̈́̈́̈̀͝͝͝ạ̷̳̥̥͊͗̽̀̅͗ẗ̶͈̭̥̼̹͖ͅ ̴̲̱̱͖̣̮̙̱̏̄̂̄͝ị̶̜̞̮̬̖̺̰͖̂͒͑͊̌͋̈́͊̾s̶̛̝̻̲̜̲̈́̽̍̇̑̑͑̇̽͆͝͠ ̴̧̧͚͖̟͛̋̋̋̎̂͐̎̆͐̕͠͝ň̴̛̫̼͚͍̜͐̂̂̿͊̀̀̆͑̆́͜͠ǫ̵̡̖̝̳͔͎͙̩͈̜͇̻̳̺̌͌͐̈̽̀̏̽́̅̋͆̚̕̕ť̴̡̛̘̝̟̙͕̰͈̰̈́̑̊̈́ ̶̳̥̱̻̪̀̈́͐̔͐̐̕͘͠i̴̥͕̞̊̈́͐̑̌̈̈́̕̕͝͝m̶̠͉͖̠̝̤̝͎͚̺̦̭̳̓̓̀͊̋́̽͝͠p̵̡̪͙̦̙̜͚̖̠̹͎̳̒͒͋̅̀̽͑̓̅͝o̴͎͛́̓͊̆̾r̸̢̟͇̪̭̼̞̤̺̤̣̄̎͋̔͜͜t̸͖̪̖͎̺͊̐͛̐́͌̋̍̇̔̈́́̇̐͠ã̵̧̡̨̞̯̙͈̠̱̲̗̞̣̭͇̊̉́̑͐̑ṉ̵̨̝̝̝̙͈̺̟̺̭̩̗̮̔͗̍̃̃̊͑̕͜t̷̞͇͎͖͈̂̄̉̒̇̕͜͜ ̴̝̹̯̩̼͓͔͎̟̥̙̬̰͌̾͌͗̌̈́n̶͇̗̰͎̭̺͚͉͕̘͖̟͕͍̔̀̆̒͌o̴̡͈̙̺̖̗̠̹͈̳̰͉͕͚͌̃̚͜w̷̡̡͈̜̼̱̲̳̻͔̤̌͂̋͒̉̃̓̓̈́̂͋.̵̨̖̹̟̪̗͖̘̹͍͂͛̆́͒́͊̍̈́͌̏̅̅̃̀ͅ ̷̗̮̫͋̏͛̊́̐̂͊́̎̀̃̚͜Ẏ̵̛̘̜̒̈̿̈́̄̿͊̋̀͋̅̑ǫ̵̦̜̣̲́ṷ̷̢̝̩̳̻̤͎̱͇͇̞̫̩͌̄̍́́̄͆̆̈̕̚ ̷̢͕͓̼̤̗̔̏̓̈́̾̍̍̏͜w̴̨̛̤̩̻̝͓͚͕̜̜̿̈́̌̅̄̑̊́͠ͅị̴͎̋̏̇̐̎̽̚͜͠ͅl̶̺͕͚͔͔͉̖̝̎̆̃̈̃̀̒̅́̓̍͝͠ͅĺ̴͜ ̶̤̫̾̚c̵̢̮͑͊̀̏̒͘ȯ̴̡͉̘̘̣̝͕̗̺̹̠͊̃̓̈́̇͊͝͝m̶̢̛̖̩̹̝̖̥̭͑̓͗̆̀̊͂̎̉̐̂̐é̵͊̇̓͗͋͜͝͝ ̴̡͙͙̱͉̲̬̙̫̏͌̆̀̉̊̈́̈́͂̉̽̇̕͝ẗ̸̞̬̟̱̩́͑͑͆͑̂͂ö̴̧͍͓̻͔̫͙́͌́ ̶̢͚̠̟̩͓̠͔͔̓̒͛̃̃͂͌̏k̷̖͖͍̼͙̽̎̄̒́͗n̸͎͖̭̖̮̤̭͉̟͔̬͖͋̈͒̉̅̐̃̇̋̊̚o̶̖͕̦͈̮͓͕͕̳͓̟̥̙̘͒͆̉͆̓̿̓w̷̨̢̬̹͕͎͖͉̭͇̗̹̤͑̋̾͐͘͘ ̴̛̲̠̻̪͎̘̠͔͉̌̂̀̂̀́́̏̐̚͘̚ȉ̸̳̰̜̱̝̃͌͊̀͒̔̈̒̕ţ̴̫͎̭̰̻̩͇̝̫̮̙̩̓͒̂̒̃̂͋͐̿́̋͜͠ͅ ̷̨̛̞̪̺͙̹̺͖̀͋͋̇̈̓̋̈̿́͗̕l̵̤͉̟̹̻͑̀̂͠ą̵̧̼̻̦͙̦̯̱͔͙̘͖͌ͅt̸̻̬͓̬̞̙͌͗̑͆̀̒͛̏͂̅̇͝ͅͅe̸͉̪̗̳̅͌͒̃̆̐̏͆̑͝r̸̳͐̚.̶̛͎̗̺̉̓̅̎ͅ ̴̢̨̢̧̛̻̣̖̳̮̝̞͉̭̎͌̾̃̌̈́̈́́̽̈́̂͝͠ͅW̸̻̖̃̂͊̅̑͂̈́̀̕͠͝͝ḧ̷̨͚̱̞́̔̅̋͌͊̅͐̋̈́͝a̷̢̳͈̻͓̤̯̲̦̰͛t̷̢̩̮͔̮͕̖̅̇̅̓͛̔̌̓͝͝ ̴̡͍̝̼͕̲͙͚̩̉̃͑̊̂̈́̀́͊͆̋̕͝İ̷̼̗͔͔͚̱̼͈͍͍̙ͅ ̶͇̪͎̘͖̗̻̳͌͗́͌̂̕ȁ̵͙̥̤̪̯͝ḿ̴̰͈̏̅̽̄͆̃͊̌͗ ̸̱̺̜̙͓̱̖̲̋̈́̈̋̐̏͊̚͝i̵̗̲̬̰͂͊͒̚n̷̨͉͔̖͚͑̃̏͑̃͗ͅṭ̸͚͈̗̎̒̈́̄͗͌̓̀̿̋̑͑̕̕è̷̛̦̬͚͓̫̦̳̇̀͆̅͛͊͐̇͊̅͊r̶̨̢͈̘̣̫̭͚̆͒̆̄̋é̴̱̭̬̩̘͖͇͉̞̊̍͂̽͌̉̍͆͘͜͝s̶̨̩̐̆t̷̨̺̺̻͔̲̤̖̪̫̯̊̈̀̚͝e̵͇͍̣̜͆͗̽̄̕͜͠ď̶̡̛̛̫͖͍̲̻̤̳̏̾̉̅̌̇̂͒̂͐̍͝ͅ ̴̛̳͈̣́̽̌̒̈́͗͋͒̈́̓̆̀̚͝ṫ̴̢̡̡̺̩̙̰̦͑̈́̈́̈́̌̂̇̉̚͝͠o̸̘͚̣͕̮̼̪̬̬̣͕͚̣͓̺͌͝͠ ̶̦̝͖̣̙̺͖̲́k̷̢̡̘̘̺̘̳̟͇̩͌̈̃̃̾̑̄̅͘͝͝n̸̛͔͇̟̔̾́͑͐̎ô̵̲͍͓̝͔͚͂̍̽̽͋̓̂̕̚͠ͅw̴̧͎͎̰͉͕̘̑́̀̊̈́ ̴̡̧͍͖͕͔̏̐̍̂͛̄̌͗̈́̒͆͠͝i̸͕͉̼͖̣͆̑̓̒͐̅́̈́̋̽̈͠ş̷̨̧̣̬̖̼͎̱̲̰͔͕̬̒̾͆̈́̍̀͠,̵̡̜͍̘̱̖͕̣̠͔̽́̂̿̀̆́͆̒͛̌͜ ̵̡̨̛̖̯̩͓̻͍̝̠̫̏̿͊͗̽͋͘͜͝h̴̛̗̞̭̲̮̯̹̼̙͙̮͍̻̻͆̀͑̑̂͑͐̾̾̀͐́͠ǫ̶̧̨̗͈̜͕̜̮̖̰͎̻̿͜w̴̙͓̞͔̐̎͒͆̀̀͑̓̔̽̃̈́͠ȩ̴̡̛̮̺̜͚̲͕̪̗͕͎͙̯̒͐̓́͊v̵̨̡͔̈́̿̔́̔̈́̇̃̌̔̕ę̷̹͙͕̹̝̹̙̰̣̩̻͇̩̌́͗͂́̀̂̄̊̓͒̀̈́̕͝r̴̡̠̆̏̐̀͆́̆͛̎̃͌͝,̵̢̛͔̦͕͔̌̆͌̊̓́͊̒̏͐̽̐̓̓ ̸̧̝̥͚̆̆̎̏͆̂̔̒͐͛̀̂̽͘ḩ̵̢̨̙̯̮̞̯̰̥̲̤͍̲̄̾̏͑o̷̭̯͓̹͌̈̔̅͆̌̃́̃̀̒͒̾́͆ŵ̷͚̼̼̎̿̉̕ ̴͎̘͍̈͋̈͂̌̃̐́͜͝͝d̸̨̼̠̘̲̹͓͉̱̯̭́̇̈́̄̈́̓̚͠i̸̫̫̺̝̥̮̼̣͕͔̥̲͓͌͒̔̐̿͒̍̍͗̽̃̔̑͘ͅd̶̢̗̖̮̮̰̞͕̫̒̌̒̈́̓͜ ̵̛̼̝̩̱͒̓́̋͛̕͘͠ỷ̸̢̝̠͙̼͙͇̪̱̹̹̟̳̳o̵͖̩̠̪̻͈͈̝̟̩̮͔̎̍́͛̎̕ͅu̶̜̦̥̠͉͎̩̻͌̾͂͆̍͑͝ ̶̧̛͍̦̲̞͔͑̽͂͐̂̔̔̎̓̓͆̔m̵̧̠͓̲̹͖̳͐a̶̗͙̱̳͔̦͔̙̮͓͍͈̻̞̎̉͛́͒̓̑͝n̸̮͚͓̯̳͇͓̦̭̝̟̦̍͒̎̅́͆͛͐̿̄͝a̸͉̟͔̙̱̤̼̩̻̮̭̽̅́̐̓̀͐̏ģ̸͖̫͕̻́͘͜e̶̢̛͈̞̻̭̭̫̘̝̋͜d̵̛̥̐̓ ̷͇̖̥̹͙̩̩̤̪̜̜̱̖̗͑̈́̂́̈́̓̽̎̔̏̾̚͠t̵̨̛͔̺̻̖̖̤̟͉͕̝̝̬̀͋͂̎̏͌̔̇̔́̈́̕͜͝ọ̷̢͈̳͓͍͍̲͔̅̃̅̓ͅͅ ̴̨̧̝̠͍͔͔̱͈̥̳̩̭̗͑͗̎̐́̈́̄̊ͅd̶̖̹̟̠̝͑̋̓̉̄̑̋́́͘e̴͎̪̗̖̥̱̰̪̬̚f̵̮̣̬̝̳͚̝̜̤̬̭̒͂̂̊͌̆͆̕e̵̢̡̢̲̮͉͎̤̙͖̘͖͗̋̀͗̾̇̃̎͊̈́̕͠͝͠ͅͅą̸̖͐͂̓̀̔͌̀t̷̠̤̹́ ̸̡̧̗̳̜͕̥̯̱͑̄͘T̸̰͉̞̯̲̟͔͐̈i̶̺̼͉̺͙̯͙͐̑̓͛̏m̶̼̠̟̩̦̤͔͙̯͓̘̝̀̋͂̿͗͆͊͝ͅḛ̷̟̓̓̇̑̈͐?̷̧̪̣̻̰͕̯̖̺̪̫̜̪̾̏̓͛͆

“If… you... know… Time… You… must... be… one… of… them… The… Inversion…alists.”

Ỳ̸̡̤̠͎̰̋͂̌̂̃̚o̵͇̍̎̽͘̕u̶̡̠̭̫̩̹̝̩̱͚̪̓̓̐́͊̏̓͊̚ ̴̛͇̬̺͇̩̮̯̦ͅą̴̗̖̗̝͇̎̍̿̿̈͑̿͝r̸̛̬͎͙̜͍̞̣͔̤̟̟̩̮̘̈́͆́͛͋̀̈́͛͘ë̸͇̯̞̪̱̣͙͓͎́͜ ̷̨̢̲͇͉̫̫̫̯̖̻̣͇̈́̀̿̉̈́̔̐͊̾̈́̎̐͘͠r̷̨̝͕͙̪̣̺̰̄̇̒̄̀̇̕͜į̵̧̩̤̼̠̫̞̜̺̝̔̔́̔ǧ̷̛̤̖̰̗̇̄̂̈́̽͑͋͘̕͜h̶̛͔͇̺̔̍͐̽t̷̨̢̤̦̰͚͕̪̤̩͗̇͜ ̴̡̙̥̫́ͅt̵̢̛̺̀̾̍̾̑͐́̇͛͐ͅo̶̧̭̳̼̼̼̤̱͐͒̈͝ ̴̧̲̜̙̤̮̖̫̳͚̙̙̭̜̲̈̿̍̄̿̎̍́̄̽s̷̡̡̛̛̠̬͍̼̣̟̮͓̞̜̯̫̃̾́́̂͆́̽ͅḁ̶̧̼͔̟͇͍͆̐̚ÿ̴̢̧̖̹̮͙̣̣͈̙͓̪̬́̏͘͝͝ ̵̢̛̞͕͕̮̭̭͓̳̩̤̦͓̓̔͑͋͒t̶̨̢̪̣͖̖̩͈͍͚͍͚͆̉̄ḩ̶̟̣̺͔̭͙̫͉̝͔͑͛̔͒̏͑̌́̒̈́̄̚͜ã̷̢̢̻̺̦̖̫͕͖̼̩͓̱̎̏̚͝ͅẗ̴̨̮̗͇̞̤̋̅̌̇͂̔͌̒͋̾͗̕͝.̸̛̛͓̩͔͓̜̈́̈́͒͂̀͊̄͗̀̋͝ ̶̡̧̬̹͈͇̝̗̳̳̗̿͂̽̕͠͝T̸̨͈̥̣̻͓̻͐̇͗͜ͅh̵̢̝̻̱̲̯͎̗̻̓͂ͅa̷̡̛̬͍̲̭̖̝͍̮͆̊̓̇͜ẗ̸̡̜́̓̔͊̋̓͘ ̸̨̧̨̧̠̣̲͔̦̤͋̌̅̊͛͛̋i̸̡̧̮̪͇̰̱̋̿̈̈́͊̆̋́͗̎͐̉͝s̸̨͈͖̱̈́͠ ̷͎̱̯̺̒͆̍̾ͅǫ̶̨̩̞̘͉̪̦͓̲̺̭̋͗̇̆̑̿́̚f̶͓̜̟̘̝͍̖͇͋ͅͅ ̷̡̡̟̖͕̜͈̠̹̻͚̪̫̿͊͜ͅn̴̘̙̝̠̣̜̯̯̻͔̠̹̒͐̀̀̆͊̊̈́͂́̑̆̽͆̒ó̴͍̠͔̞̦̻̤̔́̈͊͊͗͊̿̄̅ ̶̧̻̝̭̞͔̔͛̋́̈́̄̄̀͂͊͠͝i̴̙̮̠͎̤͉̦̟͊̊͑̓̔̚ṃ̵͔̹̩͍̖͈̱͉̳̰̝̞̝̈̓̈́̌̉͑̐͘ͅp̴̡̡̡̭͚̜̭̣̰̜͖̬̦̱̮͂̑ó̵̡̨̟̩̤͇͉̀̽̀͂̊̄͘͘r̶̛͕͂̊̉̂̾͂̑̎̚͝ͅt̷͚̰̪͚̜̫̀̒̈́̋̓̚͘͠a̵̢͖̼̘͈͐̽n̵̖͙̠̮̖̠̮̬̟̬͗ͅč̸̝̣̟͙͈̿͑̄͠e̴̗̹̪̭̥̞̫͈̙̯̎ ̴̨̡̛̪͚̜̬͙͙̬͉̥̝͚͖̒͌̀͛̍̑̕̚͜n̷̺̰̭͎̎͌̈́̊̈͊̌͗̃͝ơ̸̧͈͓̰̠͔͇̮̥̺̭̻̈́͗̐̈́̑̇̐̊͐̚͝w̷͙͙͉̻̔͛̌̎̾̊͒̏̚͠͝ ̵̡͉͕̭̲̳́̿͐͂̐̈̕̚ḩ̵̹͈̖̯̼̖̲̬̠̭̰̖̮͔̑̐͝ǫ̴̛̰̖ͅw̷͉̪͉̹͙͚͈͓̩̽͝ę̴̣͈̠̗̫͙̠͖͕̣̭̱̹͆͜v̵̢͇͕̹̯̏͑̎̎̈́̆̋̇͊͐̉̋͘͝e̶̖̖̪̍r̸̨̡̟̥̯͕̦̭̩̺̞̫͗́̿͒̑̎͋͜͝.̷̛̺̞̬͂̍͑͌̈̐͐́̐͜͠ ̴̛͔̪͚͎̼̫̥̓͗́͐́̈͘͝͠Į̸̫̯̘̓̄̐͊͋̔̿͐͆̀͊͂̚͝͝ ̸͓̩̯̙̲̙̗̰̺̍̽͌͗̓̐̉̐̎̋͋̚͜͝h̸̢̡̯̯͙͓̯̳̝͈͒̑̾̕a̴̡̝̞̹̥͐̐͑̑͊̈͆̃̈́̈́̓̓͘͘͠v̶̡̙̝̙̖̝̬̱̤̪̣̿̎̓̈̉̉̈́̅̀́̚̚͝ͅȩ̴̡̛͎͕̬̣̫̥͐̀ͅ ̴̢̥̙̱͖͙͂͊̇͌̌͛̉͊͂͒͑͑̕͝ą̵̨̛̛̛͍̖̹̣͈͚̫̫̳̪͈͉̭̈́͗̏̒̒̇͆͛͒͘͝p̵̡̟̞͚͓͖̗̝̠̪͓͐̈́̒̍p̷̬̉̏́̈́̈́͌͌̅̍͌e̴̻̤̭̼͎͎͉̻̠̱̼̮̮͚̔͑̉̏̈́̃̎͘̕͜a̵̛͓̻̳̩̤̽͋̾̒͠ṟ̷̣͎͕̹͎̝̆̿̒̇͂̄̋̉̑̕͝e̶͔̹̬̩̣͉̭̪͐̿̓͛̍́͊̿́́̽̏̍͘ḑ̶̮͕̰̣̩̖̜̜͍̪͑̐͐̍͗̑͐̈͘ ̸̧̢̛̱͖̦̭̯̰͙̜͔͖̀̈́̄̃̉̒̂͒͆̀͝h̶̢̠̘̬̹͔̰̟͚͓̬̆̏͋̓̓̒̐̀̏͂͜͝ẽ̷̢̢̢̠͙̻̲̹̺̫̫̥̒̈́̚ṟ̸̱͈͋͐͗̍̋̈̅͐ê̵͚͇̻̤̇̅̉ ̸̩͉̠̹̖̪̤̠̀͒́͒͠ţ̸̛̦̰̟̜̲̝̹̼͇̍͊̈́͌͜õ̴̢̮̬̣̻̖͇͔̫̝̱̮͖̝͖̋̏̈͂̓̊̍ ̷̩̼͙͖̼̲̘̣́͑̿̏g̶̠̺͔̝̔͂i̴̡̱͇̿̑͊́͗̾͂͗̐͠v̵̧̯̬͎̦̺̎̏̾̔͗̃̒͝ę̸̛̤͉͍̭̯̾̈́̀͆̌́͠ͅ ̶̨͍̲͉͇̹̖͎̼͙̪̝̅ẏ̷̛̫͎̈́̽̎́͗̓̃́͌̄̚͝͠ő̸̫̺̦̞̫̔̈́̾̂̐̎̅̑͝͠ư̶̰̦̺̣̦͇̪̠͇͓̳̺̮̼̒̉̍́̇̉̑͑̽͌͘ ̴̺̗̹̲̊̿͋̾́̎͑͛͗́̈̄͘͘͠â̷̛͓̲͓͓̦̼͂̓͑́͗͆̔͐͋͝ͅn̷͓̻̗̝̂̿̍̓͗͘͘ ̴̫̹̬̭͓͛̂̀͆̔̍̐͜a̸͇̜̓d̴̮̰̖̤̱͔̻̻̟̈́͒͒̿̏̈v̷̨̰̱͈̮̤̣̗͕̩͗̈̋̍ĩ̸̯̥̭̰̗̔̆̉̂̈́͊͐̕͜͝c̷̪͕͚̣̺͔͔͈̒̏̀̏͑̊͗̂̊͐̑̕̕ȇ̶͎̬̹͔̫̮̀͑͋̀͛͛̓̀̀͠:̸̛̦̙̝̖̺̬̰̦̻͈̣̦̾͑̂̾̆͒̈́̉͜ͅ ̸̧͉͎̦͂̒̓̿̊̂̅́̓͛͘L̴͔̃̀͌̔̆͛̏̏̕͘͝ě̵̛̳̀̌̃̈́̽͊̉̄̍͠ǎ̵̛̖͉̪́̾͋̄̉͂̕͠͝v̷̭̎̇̇e̵̢̱͔͉̙̖̺̣̥͓̥̥͉̪̔̃̽̾͂̌̈̐̉̃̀̐̐͠͝ ̵̧̪̘͇̐h̴̢̺̯͓̗̎̒̎̑̓̍̏̀̌̋̾̑̑̎ḛ̷̘͓̺͚̘͎̰̼͎̰͚̪̠̘́͑͝r̴̨̧̝̖̳͕̖̫̘͓̟̙͕̫̳̓̇͛̈͐̋͗͋̆̈͒̕͝͝ẽ̶̛͓̻̇̈́̈́͛͑͝,̴̧̯̟͉̲̠̱͎͎̓̃́̉͒̿̈́̏̂͌̒͘͝ ̸̨͎͓͈̼̎̾͒͊̃̌͂͗̑̃̇͋̚͝a̴̧̢̡̛̛̝̭̙͇̳͕̠̒̒̏̀̐́̆n̶̨̖̪̟̩̻̖̒̂̿̒̈́͜͜ḑ̷̭̘̀̿̎̓͗͋́͠ͅͅ ̵̧̗͌͆n̸̛͇̪̫̯͔͕̈́̾͛̎̈̄̍͑̔̈͛̚ẹ̸͔̗̪̜͈̙̘̘̔͋̉v̷̻̗̲̮͙͕̦̓̍̏̈́̾͂͗̊̈́ė̴͙̗͎̬̄̅̅̅̓̃͜͝͝r̷͙͎̩̈́͗̋̍̈́͂ ̶̢̮̺͙͖͎̲̝̗͉̰̪̩̭̠͗̍̾̈́͗͆̅̀͆̑r̴̡͈̤̞̩̖̬̗̙̝͍̠͕͌̀̈é̷̢̩̜̭̞̹͖̙̹̥̲̩͍̊t̷̛͔͍͍͌̒͌̄̃͐͝ų̷̨͔͕̗̺̥̬͔̜̝̝̀͐͠͝r̸̙͎̺̗̟͎̹̘̋́̈́̈̇̊̿͂̊̿̈́͐́̂͜n̴̡̖̳̯̯̲̰͙̻̗̲͂́̈̇̓̅̚.̸̰̝̜̒̀͋͐́̄̀̊̆̕͠͝

“I… WILL… NOT!”

Ì̷̡̠̫̠̣͇͌͂͛̏͂̚̕͠f̷̢̢̨̤͚̜͕͍̻͚̹͌́͗̌̿̄̄͗͋͑̆̽̃̑͝ ̴̢̭͕̦͚̈́͑̔̋͒̒̊̓̍͂́͌͝͝͝ẙ̴̯̖͇̙͚͈̋̐̏̿͆͆̍͠͝ͅͅō̸̡̢̧̢̳̥̫̞̣̙̝̤̬̭̪̃͂̑̔̉̍̽u̵̡̢̹̹͔͈͓͔̻̣̹͙̯̍̇̾ͅͅ ̷̝̣̇̅̓̇̄́̾́͗̓ͅw̸̝̙̥͖͍̖̺̜̄̐̄̉͜͝͝ą̴̛̮̬̹̰͉̠̝́́̎̾̃̿̉̿̏͝n̶̗̜̯̯̮̖̞̜̆̂̏̓͌̈́̽͘͝ṱ̸͓̦͊͌̋̀̃̽͒̕͘͘͠ ̴̮̥̻͍̩̰̖͈͓̪͖̻̦̉̔͑̽͊̌̐̿̈̌̕͝ț̶̨̹̳͍͕̣̺̻͔̟̝̙̜͙̄̎̓̄̈́̄͆ơ̴̡̙͓͔̭̩̯̗̝̙͉̈́̉̌͆̈́͆́͋̀͘͠͝͝ ̶̧̦̤̫̗͍̱̰̌͋̎̈́̆̌͐̚͝ͅh̶̨͓̰̪̱̟̰̜̀̎̿a̸̢̻̱̜͇̼͖̘̐́̒̅͑̊ṿ̵̦͖͔͊̀̿̀̄̀̇ę̷̛̝̉̋͒͆̿̐̎͝͝ ̵̫̥̯͓̣̦̦̃̇̌́̈́̀̐̌͛͘͝͠i̸̯̬̯̱͇̐̌͌͂͆̍̈ţ̸̪͚̣̖̟̱̺͓̜̺̤̆̅͌ ̸̨̘͍̎̅̿͆͒̂̾̿ţ̶͇͍̥̖̇̓̾̂͛̇͑̉̍̄̏̈́h̸̨̨̛̯͎̫̖͔̪̮̮͎͒̈́̆͋̀̅̈́̔̔̾̕͠ͅa̶̧̛̮̘̙̘͔͔̜͚̯̿̑̾̎̕ţ̷̤̜͖̲̖̅̎̔͂̏͗̾̀̍́̚͝͝ ̴̡̛̭̲̳̝̯̰͂̀̊͒́͌́̈̓͌̚͘w̵̨̭͉͙̯̥̹͌͋̑̍̅̀̄͛͆͛̔̈́͜͝a̴̛̻͓͖̱̯̺͒͌͋̾̎͘͠y̷̬͇̦͆̈͗͂̀̕,̷̨̢̯͂̃͑̈͒ ̵̩̀̑̈̔̍̍f̵̮̜̲̬̑̈̂̓̔͐̇͌̾̃̚͘͝i̵̻͇͉̦̜̺̩͈͖̖̦̠̳̪͑̏͆̕̚̚ͅņ̶̧̧̛̬̬͎͇̱͖̣̫̙͛̐̈́̃̔͐̽͝͝e̵̢̢̨̡̢̙̮̹̟̜̯̪͎͌͐̒̑̈́̋̍̈́͝͝͠ ̶̡̢̮͍͓̟̩̼̺̟͕̯̺̝̰͆̀ẃ̸̛̘̥͉̯̻͎i̶͇͉̪̖̰͉̣̙̣͖͍̲͊͆̽̔͑̋̆̀̄̊̊̄̉̕̚ͅẗ̶̟̠̳́͜h̵̘̫̘̫͌͘ ̶̙̠͙̣̻͉̱̮̍̒̊̅͊̌͠m̵̛͔̞͓͖͙̜̩͐͌̅̿̃͌͘͠e̷̱̦͈̜͔̪̩͂͌͂.̵͇̠̯̬̗̗̮̍̊̓̊̂̈̍́͛̈́̔̐̐͜͠ ̴̹̖̻̹̩͙̞͔̯͚͍̝͕̺̀̿̋́͛Ļ̵̛̛͎̦́̐́̋̓͂̓͐̊͊̚̚͠ȩ̸̡̛͖͙͇͚̼͈̻̎̉́̾̌́͆͌̓̿͐̚͜͜ͅt̸̢̫̜̼͙̫͙͉͚̀͌̓̿̓̂͒̐̂̃͐͘͝’̴̨̢̧̛͇̟̩̪͎͇̫͖͕̺̗̾͒̐̐s̶̢̢̹͓͔̰͔̠͓͕̞̿̈́̃ ̵̯̗̜̊̇̓́̉̂̉͝p̵̡̡̛͉̪̲̠͓̭̲̩͇̦͎͌́̐͒͐̕͜͝͠ͅļ̶̛͔̹͉̗̘͍͙̉̈́̂̈́̇̚̕ͅǎ̶͓̗̪̲̈ͅy̵͚̩̭̭̳͉̺̰̗̜̗̺͖̮̋̈́̉̈́̍̕ ̷̘̊̃̑͋́͊͐̊͒̃͘͘͠ȁ̷̲͈̠̦͈̹͖̣͕̎̂̐̋͑̆̒̂̅̌̽̑͜͝ ̷̛̭̭̬̳̬̹̈́̊̀̈g̶̞̘̈́͛̌̎̏͜͝a̶̡̨̧̧̫̤̼̲̜̜̤̰̓̆͒͌̅̈͋̆͆̅́̓̋̚͜͠ṃ̷̢̻̙͖̰̳̩̫͑̒̈͊̈́͆̃͂͐̋̇̈́͌̉͠e̷͖̭͎̖̤̯͔͎̫͕̩̟̦͑͐͊͆ͅ ̴̡̡̭̟̳͈̬̳̓̽̊̏̇̿̄̀ş̴̡̡̥̥̭̻̻̻̝̘̀́̈́͝h̴̡̡̜̞̜̹͎͙̾̇̊͆̋̂a̵̡̩̫͍̱̲̝͚̤̠͓͙̦͓̅̍̏̒͑̊̒ͅl̴̛͎̜̩̘͎͓͔͈̗͎̟̣̳̆̽͘͜l̷̡̡̙͎̜̙̱̩͙̺̲̲͋̐͜͜͝ ̸̢̛̠̖͇͎̠͈̼̠̫̥̿̓̏̔̆̈̀͜w̸̳̼̗̋̔͊͊͑e̵̡͔̞͆̄̔́̀̄̎̈̔̚͠?̴̣̳̲̱̈́̈́͘ͅ

“Reveal… your... self… first!”

B̴̢͉̫͖͈̮͐̒̆̄͆̊ͅȩ̷͎̣̤̪̺̱̙͈̜̯̳̹̰̏̀̇̊̑̕͠ͅ ̸̨̥̭̰̺͉̩͖͇̣̇̈́̇̍͑́̚͝p̴̨͎͌̾̆͐̀̂͂̀͐̅̓̕͝a̸̡̦̰̞̥̣̤̐͛͊́̂̎̈́̓̇͌̈́̄̚͠t̶͙̟̪̎̓́̒̂̃̑̀̕ȋ̴̮̤͇̱̟̻̻̒́͊̓͠ẻ̵̛̬̝͕͎̱̗̙̣͎̼̋͂̇̆̌̉̀̓̌͘̕ͅn̷̻̖̖̬̈̽̌̊͠t̶̙͉̬͓̹̖͙͎͊͐̿͌,̸̹́͛͑͒̃̐͋̇̿͑̀̇̅̕ ̸̧͍͌̀͑̏s̷̢̡͈̲͚͈̥̝̱̈́̈̃̒͊̇̐̀̑̓̽̀̈́̕͝ͅh̷̨̜̭̖̣́̓̇͒ḁ̴͉̉̌̊̑̿͝͠ͅl̴̡̝͓̘͖͗l̵̠͈̳͓̘͍̠̭̭̻̩̰̯̄ ̸̢̖̯͍̘̯̣̒ͅw̷̨̡̨̪̠̯͊̃̋ͅě̴̤̤̣͓̱̔̂̌̚̚ͅ?̵̡̫͈̼̟̫̣̠̲͖̲̞͆̓̅̐̇̄͆̐͗̿͠ ̵̬̳̝̥̤͚̳̫̪̜͗͋̋͗͠I̸̧̹̠̙̪͎̟̗̣̭̫̞͒͌͐̒̕͜f̵̢̗̭̣͙̮̭̲̐̈́̚ ̴̨̙̞͍͕̲̗̥̜̦͉̹̾̇y̷̢̛̤͕̮̤̘̻̰̪͉̙͙̜͐́͗͂̈́̃o̴̡̝̳͎͍͕̬̗̗̯͖̗͚̩̅ų̶̦̙̲̫͎̲̜͍̱̲̥̩͚̼̂͐̔͋̚ ̷̧̡͔̮̥̦̝̘̹͚̆̾̀̔̒̎̕͝ẅ̸̢̧̳̟̣͎̙̞̟̗̤̮̈̏̈́̈͘͜i̴̦̼̳̓̊̆̎͊́͑͆̈͝͝͝n̴̢̺̥̬̰̟̫̝̫͔̗̞̺͋̈̄͜ͅ ̸̟̮̼͈̹̫͕͇̣̼̙̬̲͈͌͛̄̆̅͒ͅẗ̴̨̛̥̹͈̠͓́̽͌̆̽̑͋̈́͜͝͝͝ḩ̴̛͕͎̐̐͐̊͗͂̊̃͆͝ï̸̛͈͚̖̎̀͌̃ş̸̙̍̓̽͌̍̒̄̈̈ ̵̡̢̲͍͓̣͍͖̲̝̳͎̹̾͋̂̾̓̎̈́g̷̛̰̠̳̘̩̈́̊̉́̈́̿͐̚ͅa̶̠͇̮̩͈̗̪͕̝͖̗̞͎̬͊̊̏̾̽̀̅̉m̴̨̛̟͓͍̖̠̟̠͎͇̣̹̎̍͑̎̄͆͜͝ę̷̱̳͖̙̞̳̖̯̣̫̌͌̎͋̈́̉͝,̷͔̬͚̣͖͖̔̋̀͐̆̽͋̇̏̓ ̷̧͓̥̩̪͇̘̤͕̩̼͓̆̃̀̿͛̅̀̚͝y̴̱̣͒͛̾̂͋̊͠ȍ̷̧͉̻̟̺͕̪̤͔̩̅̍̅̄̎̈́͋̉͘ǔ̵̫͉̼̃̉̿̎̃͐̽̕̚ ̸̹̼͋̊̈́c̷̛̛͕̦̀͑͐̑̉͊̊̂̿̈́͘â̵̧̡̡̨͓̤͕̲̞̣̘͔͚̩̓͐͆́n̶̢͖͔̬̮̝̦͗́͊̇̆̔͒͘͝ͅ ̶̪̪̝̙̽̂̕f̶̢̛̘͈͎̬̮͇̣͉͎̣͈̒͌͒̾̑͊̎̏͑̽̉̿̔̕͜a̷̧̰̲͉͖̟͊̅̀̽̓̈̌̂̚͠c̴̨̢͎̯̠̺̳̪͈̰͚̞͖͂̑̐̇͗̋͒̒̿̈͝͝ͅe̶̡̠̮͔͊͋͋́ ̸͖̗͚̳̐́̃̓̕m̶̢̢͕̞̯͈͙̪͓̙̖̬̒̋͊͆̏̀̀͘͝͝e̶̢̛̛̳̹͈̖̼̥̭͚͎͙̼̳̫̊̈̾͑̽̈͑͛̾̇̂͂̚.̵̨̧̢͕̝̞̤̦͕͉̘̤̥̭̀̂̃̎̍̈́͌̅͂͊ͅ ̶̦̯͗̀̂͛̎̚Į̷̢̡̭͙̣̣̝̖͎̩̟͙̱͗͆̂ͅf̴͎̗̳̤͔͆́̆̃͆̕͘ ̸̜̀͌̽͆̄̎̈̐͝ý̸̨̭̞̙̓ó̵̞̤̳̦͌̀̌̓͐̓̈́̓̽͆́̚̕̚ú̸̢̲͚̃͜ ̵̢̛̹͔̩̣̘̫͈̝̱̼̄̈́͌̆̊̑́̿͜͜ͅͅļ̶̡̩̥͎̜̩̫͔͈̪͚͍̍͐͊̉̾͆̔̕͘̚ơ̴͓̎̅̈́̽̓̃̔͠s̷̛̼̫͕̩̟͖̼̪̗̄̂̋̇͋̽̀̈̍͆e̶̡͓͚͔̬̾̓͂̎̀̏̄͋,̵͔͖̗̦̖̱͇̞̥̩͔̮̔͂̽͜͝ͅ ̴̢̠̲̲̼̋̂̀̔͗͆͗̃͛̚͝h̷̗̟̗̥͎̝̟̦͇̺̘͋̀͑̈̿̆̚̕͠ͅo̸̢̭̹̞͕̠͍̹͚̦̯̗̣͋͝w̶̠̅̾͒͊̇̽͗̒̽͋̈̃͛̚͠ė̵̩̤̯̩̙̳̱̳v̴̢̟͙̯̺̆̉̈͊͒̑͜͝͝e̴̡͖̘̱͈͋̽͌͂͒͑̈̉͒̿͛̄̽̕̚r̷̬̰̲͙̱͇͍͖͈̜̹͙̝̳̞̈́̔̕,̴̧̨̬͉͈͙͓̼͇̠̺͕̫̟̺́̇̍͝͠ ̸͕͓̖̫̰͚̩͉̩̖̪̹̐͋͒́͆̌̾̀̕T̴̨̢̢̡̛̝̩̻͉͓̱͍̄͒̊̅̓̉̄͝h̸̨̝̲͈̩̘̓́̊̏͒̃͊͛e̴̛͈̋͑͂̀̒͋͐̎͌̕ ̷̛̤͓͎̥͐̃̐̉͛̓͛̓̈́́̍͒̔͝E̴̝͙͙̝̯̒́̈́͒͂͑̑͛̾͑͘͝x̸̢̡̢̪̘͇̻͒̋̎̽̇͛͛͝ī̷̢̪͈̭̰̹̪͂ś̵͙͚̻͍̬̭̺̪̳̳̫̓̿͗̒͋̈́̅̆͆̃̒͐t̴̨͙̗̃͌̏̏̃̓̽̎͂̕͜ȩ̶̧͖͎̲͉̣̙̖̋̓̔̇͗̿̅̍́̋͌͌͠͠͠ͅņ̵̲͉̐̾ͅç̸̛̊̑̏̂́̄̓͒́́͘͠͠͠ͅȩ̸̪̠͇̱̜̮̫̹̊̀͂͑̅ ̸̞͓̳͚̬̍̊̊͋͒̀̐̚͠ͅw̸̡̡̛̗̪̰̮̓̃̊̀̋̑̍̉̊̔̂̚i̸͖͖͓̝͂͂̅͘͝l̵̡̺͓͎̦͂̽̅͌̆̕̚͜ļ̷̛̤̭͙̪̙͍̒̊̑̀̎͒͒̽̿́͌͒̕͜ ̷̡̢̛̺̩̥͖̫̼̥̼̮̳̽̊̾́̒̀́̍͒́̈́̅̚ͅg̸̡̭̩̹̜̣̗̒̒̋̅̊̃̀̏̕̕ǫ̵̛͉͙̱̜̬̠̥͕̍͐̌̑̓̑͊͊͗͜͠͝͝ ̸̨̨̻͎̱͙̬̱̭̏͆̒̽͑̐͋͆͝͠ͅǎ̴̧̧̧̧͔͙̭̥̖͈̬̯̯́̑̇̍̒̍̾̌̋͋͛l̵̛͔͔̤̥̼̥̫͕̘̥̤̈̈̅͒̑͗̿͗̆͊̚͝ͅo̷̡͖̺͍͍̣͋̒ṅ̷̛͎͎͉̯͈̄͒͛̒͐̈́͆̓̍̐̅͜͠͝ǵ̷̝̪̖͕̰͉̜̮̙̺͓̦̞͓͒̊̓̐̏̇̓̈͘͝ ̶̡̧̨̱̣͖͎̲̯̯̠̝̙̿̃̍̏w̶̬̤̠̣͇͍̆ì̸͔͇͛̌͛͗̃̌̎̌̀̇̏t̶̨̢̧͈͓̝̩̙̼̫͉̬̲̍̀̑͛ͅh̴̹̗̰̼̺̝̅͜ ̷̧͚͇̰͉̱̘͓̥͔̞̍̇̍̒̈́͐̍̾̄́̃́̿̽̈ý̶̮̦̮̮͚͈̱̞͇̙̪̊̐̀̈̈́́̐͗̚̚̕͠ǫ̵̢̛̯̟̙̗̲͖̮̯̥̪̫́̂̇͌̂̐̀̈́̎̚͜͝ủ̸̘̜̺͙̱̺͚̪̦̝͙̇̔̿͛́̚͜.̷̡̬̗̘̭̗͇̥͇̘͕̮̳̰̓̓͂̆̇̀̈́̈́̓̏̽̂͒͝͝

“Fine… Proceed.”

Ỵ̵͍̅̂͝ợ̸͔̱̞̔͑̆̈́̑̔̽̋̀̃ȗ̷̡̡̬̘̙̰̩͇̆̋̇͐̑̍ͅ ̸̡̬̮̪̱͇̖̦͒̆͐s̶̡̛̭̼̮͔͉̗͔̍̓̆̃̔̾͌͋͋̍̆̊͗͆ͅh̷̛͕̓̅̎̃̍̉̈̍̀̕͝ơ̸̳̟͖͕̩͓̗͈̤̯̤̋̉͌̓͛͌͆͂̈̚̕ú̴̧̙͓̪̱͍̦͊̑̏͆̑̆̓̅̾l̶͍̝̤̈̄͆̋̀̏̐̇̅̆͑̇̀͂̕d̷̢͓̼̦͖̜͍̬͍͉͖̟͔̊͑̉ ̸̢̲̜̬̬͈̩͙͍̟̗͐̽͑̆̀́̒̀̊̓́̔̾̽͝k̸̡̡͉̜̼̻̗̘͓̔̔̉̄̔ͅņ̴̛̛͖͔͉̤̻̖̹̯̐̀͆͂̆́̇͑̃̿͜͠o̴̫̠̤̮̞͕̯͐̌̾͋̀̎̇́̋̂͂͘w̸̭̺̮͈̅̑̕ ̴̳̟̘̯̘͚̙̬̒ţ̷̪̪̲̤̖͎͉́ȟ̷̡̜͈̠̜̗̳̘̺̭͇̋͂͗́̿̋́̽̈̊̇́̕͝ë̶̛͙͎̥̣̪̮̹̘́̔̒̀̾͋̀̌̐̑́͘͝ ̷̨̼̻̠̺̀͘R̷̨̨̞̬̞̯̦̭̻̖̭͙̩̭̟̽̆͗͌̅̃͑̽̀̈́̆͠͠ȗ̶̦͓͉̫̻͇̪̗͉̻͗̔̎̉̒̿̑̕ͅl̴͇̖̎̍͊̌̏̌̇̏̄ê̸̬̙̞̥̞͚̜̹̦̘̥̫̜̳̳̆̉̐́͋̀̀̊͛̐͊r̴̡̡̧͙̤̮̣̤͈͍̹̹̣̀́̍͑̿͐s̸̥̺̖̯̮͒̋̈́̋̑̽̓̍̅͑̕͜͝ ̶͉̼̫̞̩̦͎̟͇̀́̔̔̌̎̈́̍̂̍ȯ̴̡͚͎͓͕̪̝͓̩̂̉͂̈́̃͌̌̀̎̀̿͘͝͝f̸̡̡̨͈͕̳̺̪̫̙̞̩̙͙̦̈̆̉͌̓̽̿̎͛͐̍͒̚̚̚ ̷͙̘̠͙̞̻́͑͌t̸̡̫̺̝͕͇̻̖̤̫̦̩̎̈́h̵̳͒̈́̔e̴̩̙̠̘͍̹͖̝̦̥̱̱͔͍͋̃͠ ̴̢̻̙̠̬̬̱̯̬̤̄̂̆͒̎̐̀̓ͅP̶̨̠̺̲̀̀̐͆ĺ̶̰̓̆̈́̿̂̔̎̍͛͐̂̕͝͝a̷̡̛̲̻̓̒̈́͗͌̑̇̂͛͠ñ̷̯̍̒̍͑ḛ̵͇̠̣͔̩̩̜̅͑̓́̒̓̕͘ͅ ̸̼̿̂ó̵̟̳̰̳͓̝̼̙͎̩̾̓̓̇̀͘̚̚ͅf̴̢̧͇̱̯̺̹̜͈̦̃̐̌͝ ̵̭̫͇̙͎͕̝̩͈͎̟̞̎̂D̴̘̞̿̒̍̔̈́̊̇͌̕͝͠a̶̧̬̗̭̟̜̰͂͛̾́͘͝r̵̡̪̲̟̩͂͋̂̌̋̄͂̈́́̂̾̈́̚͝͠ķ̶̢̮̟̼͔̫̪̣͓̥͔̬̜̽͛̓͛̈́͂̒́͌̏́͜͝͠͠ņ̶̧̩͓̅͑̉͋̆͊̿͒̏̓̂ē̴̢͓͓͈͉̘͔̭̞̳̪̱͆͑̍̈́̈́͒̊̃̕͜s̶̲̭̻͍̽̃̒͝ş̷̡̡̥̟̣̫͔̭̬͓̗̦̥̂͊͜ ̵̫͖͚̘̦͍̻̩̪̥̌̓̈̽͂͂̆͝ì̶̙̜͔̲͙͓͆̍̃̇͜n̴͇̺͘ ̴̦̼͈͇͈̠̓̊t̶̥̝̬̼̼̬̠̰̲̥̗̩̠̮͎̐̉̽h̸̗̞̣̝̖̿̈̋̿̽́̌̄̈̚e̶̢̧̢̧̘̹̼̦̯͎̟̱͙̬͐̅͒͑̿̽̄̅ͅ ̵̛̤̘̙̳̬͓̟̘̾́̒͑͛͋͌̓̾͝͝È̷̡̛̙̗̟̤̣̳̭̹̮̀̐͂́̋͗̃̐̆̅͘͠͠l̷̢̺̣͖̰͂e̶̦̙͙̯̺̗̎̀͐͛͠͠m̸̛̩͙͖̖͖̹̳͕̑͌͐̽̎̈́̊̇͆̐͠e̷̢͙̼͚̯̝̖̝̋̎͒͆͘n̴̤̜͍͚̝͋͗̒̐͆̍̑̅̓̕͝t̶̩̗̣̺̫̫̳͎̬̩̦͈͐̈́͒̿ͅâ̵̧̧̰̗͈̣̦͔̌͐͐̿̚͜l̷̛̮̝̤̤̜̂̾̈́̑͒̌̒͂ͅ ̵̬͈̟̹̳̜̤̖̼̲̙͔̤̹̃̆̍͜P̶͎̬̜͓̻̥̘̍̂̅͋͊̈́̔̐̂͂̾̕͝͠l̷͎̝̹͉̹̼̬̺͙̫̉̽̓a̷̧̧̘͚̬͇̣͎̪̫̬̦̥̠̓̀̅ͅṅ̵̨̛͕͖̯͈̠̒̇͐̍̀̏͌̇̐̅̂̃e̷̼̣͖̩̫̫̙̖͕̯͋s̴̜̩̟̘̠͎̤͖̎̋̐̐̂͜͠,̵̨̛̻͍͍̭͓̩̮͙̞́̈́͛͋̄̅̆̆͂͝ ̴̨̢͕̙̰͍̞̞͔͔͙̤̪̘̄̎ỳ̸̻͓̾̍̔̀̆̾e̷̯̞̖̦̪̞̪͊͆͑͛̇͑̎̄̔͊͋͘͝͠s̵̢̮̳̮̘̲̲̒͌̑̂̒̈́͆̈́̔̀̚?̶̤̭͖̑̏͗̿̊̍́̊̃̃͌ ̷̧͔̟̘̬͎͚͉͙̦̝̓̇̃̀Y̶̡̻͕̝͙͈̲̙̲̻̝͚̣̅̂͌͂̓̌̽͒̌̕͘̕͝͝o̴̧̠̦̪̞͉͋͋͊̈̃̔͋͒͌̍́̚̕̕͝u̸̡̞̭͈̥̻̤̝͓͎̜͓̬͇̐̌̓̇̾̓̆͂̈́̌̉͛͜͠ ̶̤̬̜̺̺̖̜̟̹̪̐ḑ̶̫̤͔͉̱̥͕̭̟̠̱͆͋́͐̃̏͋̓̿͌͘͜͝o̴̢̨̝͖̜̼͖͇͔̻̘̍̽̀̿͛̕n̷̡̧͙͉̦̗̞̗͆̎͒̿̾̂̃̓̐͑͐̽͘̕’̶̭̜̙̭̠̙̀̎̀̄͝t̷̛̛͇̼̠̟̳̹͗̑̒͐̀̎́̀̚͜͠ͅ ̴̘̯̜͗̍͆n̸̛̗̣̹̘͕̝͍̺͎̦̟̭͕̼͕͌̔͛̔͝ę̷̛̝͚̦͙̠̬̝̯͓͎͎̩̺̩̿̍̔̂̈̐̓̏̃̿̚̚e̵̡͉͖͉̿̾̄̌̌́́͝ḑ̷̡̛̤̣͙̣͍͕͙̗̠̙͆̽̑̌͛̀̊͐́͜ ̸̢̡̹̣̰̹̹̩̹̮̎̔͂͒̄̾̓̂́̕͝t̷̢̮̞͎̻͓̙͔̩̫̔̔̈́̽̕ǫ̵͓̦̠̮̻͚̜̙͇͔͆̅̓̐̑̊͛́͌͋̇͜͜͝ͅ ̵̥̗̱̖̯͌͌͂͐̐̑̓͊̀͌̃̓͝ä̵̦̖̖̘̣͎̮͚̮́͐̆̆̉̔͆̓̓̇͊̋̚ͅn̷̨͍͉̙͓̲̤̬̰̠̘̘̹̟̍ͅṡ̸̛̟͎̇̃̈́̾̎̊̊͝͝ẘ̵̨̨̖̹̤͚̹̪͔͚̠͋͂̇̈́e̷̢̮̠͎̪̦̱̯̖̻͖̲̪̓̋̏̂́̎͌́́̋͑͝ͅr̷̨̧̢̛̜̜̠̯͖̯͇̼̀͒̍̓̈́̈̏̓͜ ̷̱̭̉́̔̎̒́̅̊̾̈́̔̕t̶̡̡̛̘͓̫͍̣͕̻̝̱̩̤̩̜͊͗̇h̶̨͇͖̬̯͗̓͐̓͒̃̃ǎ̴̛̫̘̯̱͖̼̉͒̀́̒̋͗͊̅̌̕̚ͅt̵̨̢̲͉̥͈͖̥̱͕̤̱̀͌̃̋͗̔͒͒̚͜͝͠ ̵͇̜̀͒̎̀͗b̴͍̟̤̼̌̓̿̀͝͝ͅe̷͇̫̳̜̲̘̘̯̺̥̲̫̠̩͂͊͆̒͑̉́͒̚̚͠c̴̟̟̥̞͆̌͌̇̓̽̍̈́͝a̸̡͍̫̱͎̙͙͕̗͔̬̘̳̍̿͆̽̈̏͜ͅu̶̖̰̬͖͛͆̊̋͜͝s̶̗͖͇͔̲̗̅̊̾̃͌͐̉ę̴̣̣̺̙͉̿͗̈́͂́̓̈́̃̍͑̿͘͝͠ ̴̧̼͑͌͗y̵̘̭͖̲̮̫̭̹̒͐͆̃̀́̈́̇͂͘͜ö̷̧̨̗͔̺̜̱̩̣̘͖̦́̐͐̉̓̊͐̈́̀̓͝ư̶̰̒̾́̃̃͊̕̕ ̵̢̗̺̙̣̗̃͑́̽͌̓̅̊̃́̒͜͝͝d̵͕̤̙͔̹̼͖̓̌ͅē̶̦̪͇͊f̷̰̱̘͕̬̳̲͙̟͊̉̉͛͂̃͘͝ͅi̴̢̼͖̖̲̽̉̄̈̋̅̄͌̐̕͝͝͝ṅ̸͓̻͇̹̮͉̫ͅï̸̛̮̮̳̤͖̰̼̗̘̥̼̠̖̦͌͑̅̓̅̊̈͝t̷̲̱͎̟̟̫͚̰̠͚̣̗̮̅͆̕͘ę̶̛͕̹̖̖̻̳͉̦̩̤̪̤̳̊͋̽͛́̑̈́̈́͛̔͘̚͠ļ̶̢̛̱̫̬̙̱̘͚͚̣̻̗̊̄̂͑̍̏͠y̵̛̮̲̻̲̗̹̑̑̏̈́͌̊̕̚͠ ̴̧͕̯̩̦͈̱͊͋̃͌̉̍̓̋͋́͌̋̒͘͝d̶̡̝̪͍̪̺̘̱̰͚̙̑̊̊̊́͒͐̚̕͝ͅǫ̵̨̡̰̲̜̤͚͓͑̂́ͅ.̴͖͙͇͍̞̠͎̥̦̆͊̐̏̔͊ͅ ̸̦͈́̏̀̊̾̃̎͂͊Y̷̬̳̥͈̤̮͍̹͖͈̹̣͒̇͌̔̊̀̋̀̀̚͘̚̕͠͝ͅͅǫ̴̜̪̱̦͎̫͈͈͆̃̉͊̌̇̄͐̓̕͠ú̷͖̑̃̑̒̓̽̄͋̚͘͠ ̴̡̨̖̼̦̫̗̮͚̬̘͈̜̣̬͊̿̆̕͝h̸̢̫͎͈͍̭̳͇̥͑̌́̑̓͑͆̽͊́̽͑͘a̶̧͚̘̳̒̿̑̾̔̚͜v̶̡͇̦̪̩̂̍̉͊̽̕e̴̘̘̲͈̟̜̳͗̔͘ ̶̢̨̫̙̰͔̲̻̘̻̖̽̌͆͌̍͜ͅơ̶͈̼̖͚͈̱̗̰͑̉͊̈́̀͑̊͂͗̅̃͝n̸̗̾̽̄͜͝ḛ̵͉̲̩̲͖͙̥̈͛̒̐̀ ̵̲̠̫̱̙͔̊̈́̀̏̋̂́̾̈́́͋͘͜͜ͅy̶̧̧̞̰̪̺̙̱̠̖̙̹̍̈̽̎̋̂̓̈́̀̒̿͘͝ͅe̶̢̳͍̩̠̭̺͙̜͐̂̇͝͠ͅͅa̴̧̦͙̭̖̩͔͎͆̎͠ͅr̸̦̞̯̓̒̏̎̈́̇͑̑̕ ̸̯̼̞̗̘̟̣̼̠̓̏̅̈́͑̔̒̕ͅt̸̝̯̘͚͔͎̙͕̥͖̙̼̱͚̆͛ơ̸̡̼̜̰̩̻͖͛̎̋̍̇͌̌̆̔̂̉̑ ̴̛̜͔̩̍̉̅̔̑̀͛̍̀̈́͘͘͝f̷̛̮̣̼̘̭͆̂̔̓̎̈́́͝į̴̻̮̜̼͓̂̏̓̇̓ͅn̵̨̘̦̍̿̀d̷̞̟̯̤͙͚̰̝͕̲̝͐͜ͅ ̶̞̿̍ơ̸̙͓̝̞̹̦̪̦͎̩̂̎͊̈́͌͋͘̕͘ŭ̵̡̳̳͈̼͔̝͔̃̐͒͗̇͂̈́͝͝t̸̨͙̯̥͖̗̮̬̦͔̙̙͙͐̈͜͝ ̸͕̥̌̎͌â̶̰̋̇̀̈́̚l̷̬̔͗ľ̵̢̮̟̗̞͕̳̐̈̌̏͆̍ ̵̈́̒̾͆̓̒̍̽̈̅̆̈́̾̚͜͠ő̵̭̪͕̭͎̱͚̮̏͒ͅf̶̛͙̦̺̤͈̱̜͓̦̭͇̝̻̥͌̀̆̉ ̵̗̙͔͊̈́̐̋͂t̶̻͚̫̱͑̈́̂̀̈́ḩ̷̮͕͍̰̜̮̘̦̗̰̭̆̑̍͗͒͊͆̔͘͠e̵̮̺̎͊̀̃̒̕m̶̰̖͓̫̞̣̒̂͊̓̄̅̈́̆̾̈́̒,̴̨̧̨̠̳̞̥̮̳̱̬́̈́̀̑̈́̚ ̷̡̛̮͙͉̮͔͉̈́̅̍͋͗͘a̷̛̜̥͚̼̦͐̓͌̓̇͛͜ṉ̵̨̧̢̪̯̰̖͇̜̔d̸̪̆̏̓͌ ̸̫̈̄̀ķ̶̢̧̺̰̜̱̙̺̤̦̠̠̱́͌́͑̎̅̋͌̕͜i̵̢͉̞̣͈͖͕̥͐̎͐̌̃̐ͅļ̶̖̰̩̳̺̯̰̼̼̠̮͌̐͛͐̈́͗ľ̷̛̩̗̭̰̯̯̗͒ ̷͕̗̟͕̬̣̥̗̤͔̪͓̀̍̚t̶̗̘̱͉̦̘̲̖̣̣̠͈́̇̈́͊̍̈̉̕͘͜ḧ̵̠̥̪͇̪̻̥̻̗̞̰̟́̃̄̈́͛̇ȅ̴̢̻͍͊́̂̾͗͛̓̈́̅͜m̴̢̳̟͕͖̼̙͔̮͕̝̳̬̦̄̈́̽̈͐͒͆̅̐̚ͅ.̷̧̛̲̫̹̺̯͎̠̹̮̻̘͉͇̈́͗́̇͛͂̄̄̚ ̸̡̮͇̱͉͓̟͚͙̺͕͊̈́͊͛̽̎́͗͆͘̚͠I̸̞͍̝͕͙̞̤̗͎̪̓̎̾̆̅̌̄͒̑̃̎̊̂̕ͅͅͅf̶̢̱̲̞̓̈͑̈́̍̂̏ ̴̡̖̹̫̜̟̮̱̺̜̖̠͒̃̄̔̍̽̉̚͜ỷ̵̡̭̜͙̭̳͖̜͙͉̣̀͗̂̄̇̀̚ͅõ̵̢̧̹̺̥̻̘̱̫̯̩̠̖͖̺̿͋͊̏̿͑͛̓̍̉͘u̴̼̪͎̖͍̪̮̲͙̩̦̞̯̟͓͊̍̀̏ ̴̛͍̭̍̑̌̑͌͆̄͌̉̈͘͜d̶̺̥̪͖͇̟͇̳̩̙̱̲̝͒̆̒̃õ̶̡͔̞̜̲̜͇̇̇̈̾͘͠ ̶̢̬͖͖̖̯̬̯̰̮̲͇͔̻̅͌͑̑̒̔̽́͑̑̎̑̚͠ͅț̶̈́ḩ̶̞̳̜̙̤͍̳͎̅å̸͍̤̪̘̘͈̃̌̈͛́͌͒̓̌̑̚͝͠ţ̴͇͕̜̬̩̜̥̹̹̖̻̠́̀̍̈́͐̾̿͘͠ͅͅ,̸̜͉͚̺͍͕̫̳̪̥̲̹̺̊ͅͅ ̵̦̯͛́̀̈́̈́͗̓̆́̋͘̕͝͝t̴̰̫̞̅͂́̉̃̉͗̔̆̾̋̕̚ḩ̷̨̛͙̭̬̪̤̰̱̟̲̰͂̿̈́͒͊̓̒͋͐ͅe̷̡̛̤͑́̍͛́͆̀̎̈́ ̶̧̪͖̜͓͓͚̯͙̱͛͑ͅȨ̴̼̻͖̦̠̹͍̯̩̠̬̗̥̈́̋̀̏͌̎͘͜x̶̬̟͎̜̤̬̹̰̲̲̃̽̈́̿̅͂̆̑͂̕͝i̶̛̥̥̟͍̫̙̮̥̠̩̣̓̀̓́̎͘s̵̘̅͐͂͑́̑̑̓̕ţ̴̧̼̘̝̻̺̰͇̙̣̭͙͖̜̐̀̕͝ę̶̡͓͔͇͈̼̝̺̇̅̍̕̚͝n̶̡̰̤͎̠̠̩̠̳̗̥͍̬̅͒̄c̷̰̖͍͈̖̭̰̀́͘ė̵̼̏̔͑́̄̾̄̑̑͐̕͝͝ ̷̧̝͓̗͂͑͋͠i̴̛̦̬͓̩͓̟̦̞̺̩͖͕̬̻͊̆̊̾͐̋̒̊̎͋̒s̶̥̞͚̳̠̃̄̄͂͗͑̎̏̓̌̂͠ ̵̬̮̙̠̱͇̯͛̽̔̈́̉́́͒̏̏̓͗͌ͅs̷̢̧̤̟̘̏̑̒͑̊̋̂̒̾̚̕͘̚͝͠ȁ̴̭̫̪̹͈͓̙͓͈̹̰̐̒̾́̍̔̆̈́͊̋̓̎̚͜͝v̸̧̜̰͚͓̼̮͚͕̣̩̮̳̳͒̄͆̌̿͆̈̈ȅ̷͉̘͓͆͆͂̈́͑̐̉d̶̢͖̣̩̺̼͉͔̖̒̈́̅̒.̷̳͎̔̌́́̓̉̊̂͌̆͆̓̉̊̌ ̷̧̛̰͕̯̯̯̟̩͕̞̺͖̠̯̑̏̾̔̿̓̒͐ͅI̴̡͇̟̻̻̼̞̞̫̪̝̦̤̯͛̐̀̀͋̽́͂͆̿̿̕f̷̢̤̦̱̮̪͙͈̪͚̺͔͇̳̈́͘͜ ̷̡͔̱̝́̋ͅṇ̸̢̯̠̻̭̳̫̹̗̿̍͊̈̏͆̊͝ơ̷̧̢̨̱̝͎̥͚̩͙̝̭̟̳̫̆̓̒̉͐̈́̈͋̎͝ţ̷̛̮̥̦̜̠̀̓͑͑̈̉͗̆̀̅͋̔̚,̵̧̫͔͙͑͑̕ͅ ̴̡̢̧̨̥̹͍͈̥̏͂͝ę̶̧̡̛̛͎͇͈̮͙͓̰̺̯̩̖͇̒̓́̀͊͌̐͗̈͝͝v̷̛̤̪̻̫͓̀̍̌̍̃̈́͛̋̾̓͋͘͘ẽ̷͎̙̜͙̒͐͒̈̓͑̏̿̀̊͘r̴̢̟͙̟͙͈̪̦̟͈̹̹̮͒̓̒̅ẏ̴̛̛͉̀͛͛̈́͒̉͆̌́̃͝t̴̗̀̒͐̂̂̽̍̓̋ḣ̸̡̨̥̪͎̩͈̺̤͚̥͙̝̞̈̐͘ǐ̸̢͚̟̼̫͙̘͖̱̻̣̄́̎̌̽̅͛͌̈̕̕͜ͅn̵̢̛̬̝̟̲̮̄̀̾̒͑́̌̋̓̂̅͋͗͜͠g̸̡̣̞̲͇͖͓͈̬͖̯̞͖̣̓͋̀̆́̓͋̐͋̍͊̚͘͝͝ ̵̞̘̱̻̗͐̈́͒w̸̧̗͎͉̠̥̼͓̙̹͆̌̚ï̴̡̩̮̗̪̣̘͙̯͙̹̽̏͒l̵̩͉̪̣̪͔̫̹̗̀̂̕͝l̵̤̞͊̉͂̅̎͊̂́͗̑̒̈́ ̵̳̮͓̙̣̠̤̳̞̩̦̗̮̙͛ͅb̶̼̩̫̝̳͖̟̤͍̫̪̑́̈́̈́̈́̊̚͜e̵̛̪̠̱͔͇̣̻͚̩̰͎̩̰̎͗̐͂̐͝ ̵̢̭͔̩͎̼͓͎̻̭͎̦͕͑̉̒͋ͅd̵̪̯̥̆e̸̛͈̼͗͌̀̽̒́̋̉̊͊̚̚š̷͍͎̤͓͕̙̫̃̃̈̊̚ͅt̵̻̖͇͕̀̈́̆̊̀̇̐͐͌͒̓̾͘͝r̴̛͔͙̓̊͌͘͝ǫ̸̢̜̼̝̪͕̖̦͉̙̻̲̪̤̇̌̎̇͊̅̿͛̎̆́̿̕͠͝y̴̧̤͎̜͉̩̥̦̝̪͑͆͐̾͌͐͑̃̌͝͠e̸͎͊̎̃͗̈́̓͒̋̃d̵̢̙͕̈́͂̊̉̈́̎́́͆̏̚̕̕͝.̵͕̤͖̩̫̱̬̰͉̰͇̥͙̫͌̏́͋̉̓̎͆̔̾̚ͅ

“Fine.”

T̸̝̠̱̋̾͠h̷̢̖̟̻̣̥̼͇̲̰̠͎̞͙͛̔͗͜ȇ̴̢̤̟̱͙̻͍̙͉̜̟̌ń̸͓̣̖̒͠ ̴͇̄̔̉́͛̕i̴̛̠̠̘͍͍̟̘̮̜͌̒̒̓͛̽̃̓͘͜͝ţ̵̛̣͈̮̻̾̎͂́̀̊ ̶̢̻̾͋͆̈͐͘i̸͔̓̈́̽s̴̢͑̐̉̈́͆̚̚ͅ ̷̪̲̅̍̏̉̋̈́́̽̋̆̚ḑ̷̧̨̘̖̲̼̥̦̮͎̖͂̏̆̕͜ͅẽ̸̫͍̺͕͆͜c̴̨̨̟̮̣̤̹̼̰̍͋̿͒̅̑͝ȉ̸̞̫͖͆̒͘d̶̨̡̡͓̤̮͚̭̖̲͓̺̟͉̾ȩ̷̢̢͇̯͈̤̝̟̬̼̬̱̱̘̉̌̄́̃͒͒͂̔d̷͕͓͒͐̏͝.̵̞̞̔̏͂͝ ̴͍̠̙̖̣̮̇̅͂H̵̟͆̎́a̵̧̲͉͂̉v̶̡̼̙̥͖̜̗̈́̏͛͘ͅe̴̢̩͙̹̮̻̙͔͍̞͚̾͜ ̸̢̦͍̘͙͔̖̭̜̣͓̻͉͓̄͜f̸̝̣̪͔̓ṳ̴̧̧͔̩̟̹̙̦̗̓̂̍͒̔̿́̒͋́n̷̨̲͍̗̙̬̥̘̝͇̫̰͔̿̅̃̀̎̅̀̓͜͠͝ ̷͚̩̱̳̝͕̪̹̝̱̻̝̻̿͆̏̀͘͜͠d̸̡̩̬̳̘͔̝̥̏̐̉̓̾͒̓͒̕ͅo̸̢̨̨̲̣̤̮͔̰̿͜ḯ̵̞̜̮͆̈́́̍̋̍̀́̍͂̓̕͝ṋ̵̬͇̺̫̪̟̥̼̈́͑̐̃̌͌̋͑͊̀͆͝͠ģ̵͎̩̜̣͑͒ͅ ̸̜͔̃̄ͅt̵͚͙̪͖̬̙̣̜̲̟͎̰̘̩̂͊̽͜ḣ̶̢̤͖̫̣̱̍͊̔̒̎̅̀͝a̶̡̧̪͕̍̈͠͠ͅt̵͓̬̫̺̯̖̹̭̣̩͈͆͋̇̇̈́̽̀͗̌̐͂́̚̚͝.̸̨̬̟̗͉̙̬̭͇̺̜͎̬̓ ̸̛̜̼̜̳͓̦̰̄̉̊̈́̽͑̇̍̽̊̊͠Ĩ̷̱̣͔͇̮̥̏͆͂̅́̂͂̓̾͆̋̉̅͘ ̵̨̖̤͈͉͕̚͝w̶̨̨͈̐́̈͌̾̕ͅi̶̧̡̛͓͎̳͖͈̯͕̤̥͒̌̒̕̕͝͠ͅļ̷̺̯̖̬͚̣͖̬͔̺̯̇͊̏̎̂̔̉̆͋̊͗̆̚͘ľ̸̢̰̩̪̩̫͚͇̈́́͌͗̀̊̃̍͆́͜͝ ̵̡̗̻̺̦̲͔͈̥̋̀̀̂̀̒̈́̀͐͋͠b̶̛̜̙̑͐͊̍͊͂͌̆͂̃͆̓͝͝ȩ̵̢̨̝̫̭̪̬̹͖̩̒͌͌͂̓̑͜ ̵̡̛̯͓̭͆̌̌͆̒̌̆̒́͒̈͝ẅ̸̡̡̖̜̟̹̫͙͎̘̱̻̰́̍̋͆̋͝͝͝͠a̴̠̲̮̖̠̮͍͉̬̣͓͔͐t̵͉̯͉̜̓̃̅́ç̵̤͍̩̫͈̫̖̺̈́̐̈́͑͊̉̃̽h̷͓̮͉̬͐͒͗̂ͅḭ̶̼̳̩͖͖͚͍͙͚̫͉̽͂̈́̓̑̿̆͜n̴̜̙̪͉̪͖̝͖͖͕͔̝̏͐̀̂̇͂͗͆ͅg̷̗̭͚̅̈́̐̈́͗̾.̸̧̟̗͔̗̠͔̞̬͈̈́̂̆̀͂̑̍̎̆̉̇͑̕͘͠

The crimson coloured eye glowed for a moment, then it closed and vanished. Instantaneously everything breaks apart, the world stopped glitching and returned to normal, the winds stopped howling, only the blood remains on the ground. The chains that were strapped on me broke apart and I instantly fell onto the ground, landing in a splash onto the pool of blood. I tried to stand up but my knees give way very easily. I felt weak, almost as if all forms of energy have been sucked away from me. I wriggled around and struggle to move away from the pool of blood.

“If anyone saw me like this, it is going to cause a huge uproar. I need to get away from here somehow.”

Then I heard an ear-piercing scream from my right. I struggled and turned my head towards the source of a scream, plunging my head through the blood puddle again, then I saw the screamer.

It was a girl, probably around 18 years old. Her long golden hair blowing in the breeze, her blue iris fixated on me. She is wearing a white dress, with the skirt just below her knees. On one hand she is carrying a book, and on the cover, which I can barely read it, says “Magical Incantations.”

Interesting. So, in this particular world, the people can use magic.

Wait. This is not the time! I need to stop her shouting before she attracts attention!

I then remembered that I have some Coarlum fruits. I took some out from my pockets and pop them into my mouth. I slowly chewed on it and swallowed them. Instantly I felt all my strength returning and I stood up from the pool of blood. I teleported behind that girl, and covered her mouth with my hand.

Coarlum fruits are a type of fruits found growing only in The Void of The Gap. With the current level of magic that is available to the Elemental realm, it is close to impossible to go to that The Void without incurring serious injuries, hence these fruits are in very limited supply, which causes their prices to soar greatly in the Elemental Realm. Why are they sought after so much, you ask? It is because this fruit if consumed, can return the consumer their lost strength and mana, rate of generation becomes near lightning fast as well.

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“Shush. Stop screaming then I will let go of my hand.”

The girl stopped, and then proceed to bite my hand. I did not let go of my hand even though it stings me. I know very well that, if I let her go, she will return to her home and inform her parents, which is going to lead to them sending an entire village or city on hunt for me. I need to prevent her from doing that at all cost, because that is going to give me an even bigger problem to deal with compared to the mysterious caster just now. I then whispered softly:

“Temporal Prison.”

The entire surroundings turned grey, Time slowed down to a halt. I let go of my hand and took a step back from the girl. She tried to run off, but she crashed into the edge of the Time barrier of Temporal Prison and bounced back into the barrier. She continued doing that multiple times, each time more furiously than the previous one.

Finally, realising that whatever she does, she is unable to escape this Time Barrier, she sat down and curled into a ball. I stepped over to her side, sat down and start talking to her.

“Do you realized why am I keeping you here?”

She did not answer. I materialized a ball of mana and hold it up in front of her.

“Do you know what is this?”

Silence.

I hide away the ball of mana and I continued sitting there for half an hour, until the girl started unravelling herself from the ball and looked at me.

“Did you murder someone?” She asked.

“It’s a rather complicated series of events. However, I can assure you this: These blood pools that you see here, they are not caused by murder or injury.”

“Then what actually happened?”

“Before I answer that, I need some answers from you first.”

“Sure.”

“Are you from a village or a city?”

“I am a citizen who belongs to that city, Dusk.” She pointed to the stone wall. “I have been living in that city ever since I was born.”

“Is the city under some ruler who is a tyrant?”

“No.”

“Have you heard of this name: The Inversionalists?”

The girl face immediately turned into shock, and she waved both her hands quickly in the air as if to dismiss something.

“You shouldn’t say that name!”

“Why not?”

The girl looked left and right, and then, as if to prevent someone else to hearing us, whispered:

“They are a group of ancient creatures that is sealed deep under our city, we often refer to them as The Ancient Ones. Why are you bringing this up?”

“I think, according to what I believe, that their leader tried to communicate with me.”

“How can you prove that?”

“When he appeared, he turned my entire vision started glitching. Strong winds started blowing, my entire body felt restricted, unable to move. Blood started falling from the sky, and an eye opened up in the mid-air, which has a crimson red iris. The voice is deep, thunderous and distorted. After he finished speaking, the eye closed and everything returned to normal, except for the blood which stayed there.”

“That actually sounds like what they often do in our city. The seals have been getting rather loose lately

Good. Now I need to gather more information from her. I first need to gather all the 25 Rulers of Darkness and get them to help me out in getting rid of The Inversionalists.

“I am forced into a game made by him. Do you know about the 25 Rulers of Darkness of the Darkness Elemental Plane?”

The girl nods her head.

“Everyone here knows them. In the legend of our city, they are the ones who sealed The Inversionalists deep under this city. However, they have vanished long ago, and have never been seen by anyone now.”

“I have been asked from the leader of Inversionalists to destroy all 25 Rulers of Darkness.”

“You must not do that! The powers of the 25 Ruler of Darkness are what that is keeping The Inversionalists trapped under this city only! If they are killed, that will release The Inversionalists into this world!”

“However, if I don’t defeat them, the leader said that it will destroy the entire The Existence together with me. I do not know how strong that leader is, but knowing that he actually sent a monster way ahead of time to try to kill me, he must be immensely powerful.”

“They did that?!”

“She even tried to come close to me, that monster. I eventually sucked out nearly all her powers and left her in a dimension. I may not look like it, but I possess Infinity level magic, so I am not really afraid of anything.”

“Then why are you afraid of them? You can easily destroy them with the tip of your finger!”

“The leader has the power to restrict all my powers and magic, as what had happened just now, he must not be underestimated. That is why I am conjuring up this plan: We will gather the 25 Rulers of Darkness, and together we will face The Inversionalists.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

“However, I need someone who is familiar to this city, because I am from another point of the Timeline, and from a different Pocket Universe. There is no telling if the me in this particular spot in Time actually met the Grand Ruler of Darkness Elemental Plane. I met him in the other Universes that I have visited so far, but I’m unsure is that going to be case here. He might actually try to kill me if I’m not careful, and that may cause me to accidently kill him, and that will lead to a massive unrest.”

“So…… Are you asking me to help you out?”

“Unfortunately, yes. You also seem to have some knowledge of magic so you can help us out. I need to have all the help I can have.”

“But I think I will just get in your way.”

“Wait. I think I recognize you. Is your name Nectilius?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Then you definitely have to come with me. We will have to meet up with a few other people before looking for the 25 Rulers of Darkness.”

“…Okay…?”

“Let me break this Time Barrier first. Chronos Dissociation.”

The barrier begins to fracture and shatter, it then falls onto the ground, before melting into grey liquid and vaporizing.

“First thing first, I need to get hold of how much influence The Inversionalists have over this city. Fill me up with the relevant information, anything you know about them, how did they come about, etc. However, before that, I need to find a resting place in the city.”

“I’m not sure how are you going to do that, seeing that you don’t have the currency running in this world, and without the trust of anyone.”

“This is where you come into play. I need all the information from you and since you are a citizen of the city, I will then be able to interact with the other citizens of the city easier. As for currency, as long as I know what currency this world uses, I can create more of them. First off, I need to know what currency this world uses. Can you update me on this?”

“We use copper, silver and gold coins, copper being the lowest tier and gold being the highest. Every 10 of the lower tier coins is equal to 1 of the higher tier coins.”

“Luckily, I have been carrying around a decent amount of gold coins with me since it is the most widely used currency in most Universes and Dimensions. I need to find somewhere to exchange them into lower tier coins… Maybe I should purchase some expensive goods first to have some better impression from the merchants in the city.”

“I need to go now…. My parents will be worried if they don’t see me at home in 10 minutes.”

“Wait, before you go, I need to give you something so that we can keep in contact.”

I close my hands together and I focused on draining mana from the Mana Network and allow the flow of mana to concentrate onto my hands. A green light begins to shine from my hands, and it dims down to normal again. I opened up my hands, and a green crystal is resting upon it. I handled the crystal over to Nectilius, who begin to stare at the crystal.

“What is this?”

“This is what we call as a Calling Crystal. I have set it up especially to be able to link up with me. Whenever I need your assistance, I will call you through that crystal. Whenever I call you using the crystal, it will heat up, but no sound and light will be produced, so bring it with you anywhere and don’t lose it.  To answer it, you have to draw out a circle on the ground using a chalk, preferably white, and place the crystal in the middle of the circle. The crystal will float upwards and stay in mid-air, then it will connect me with you. If someone is interrupting, you can just take out the crystal from the circle, everything will disintegrate except the crystal.”

“I will contact you to inform you when and where to meet up for tomorrow. Tomorrow we need to look for 2 more people who are quite important to me as they helped me out on many occasions in the previous Universes. Together, we will then look for the 25 Lords of Darkness.”

“Okay.”

“We have 1 year to find out all the 25 Lords of Darkness and defeat The Inversionalists before the leader, whoever or whatever he or it is decides to go on rampage. The seals must be loosening, or else they should not be able to send the Creature to go after me.”

I used a spell to convert my gothic clothing into white robes, complete with a white wizard hat and a white staff, which has several blue crystals surrounding a blue orb of mana that is located at the top of the staff.

“Now that I’m cleanse of the blood, and with a better disguise, I can enter the city, but first, I need to clean up the blood here. Aquarius.”

The blue orb starts to glow, and a stream of water flowed out from the orb. I used it as a hose to wash away the blood on the ground. When the ground is clean, I tapped on the staff, the orb stopped glowing and the stream of water ceased.

“Now, let’s go.”

Nectilius showed me that there is a yellow dirt road that leads from outside the city to the city gates, after that, she ran off into the city, leaving me standing alone at the yellow dirt road. That isn’t very polite of her, however I can understand her action after getting involved in a total stranger who can restrict your freedom and want to contact you through many possible ways.

I walked along the yellow dirt road, cursing at how the sunlight is shining on me. As I continued walking down the road, a horse came from behind me, on the horse sits a man, wearing a silver white armor plate, his face staring in front. Behind his back is a quiver filled with arrows, and a silvery bow attached to the quiver. That was when I realized his pointed ears, which signifies that he is an elf. The horse continued to move in front of me, dragging a wooden cart, which has a blanket covered on top of it, and continued to move forward.

I rushed forward of the horse and I waved at the elf. At first, he didn’t notice me, but after I shouted at him “Hello” in elvish, he turned his head and looked at me.

“Oh, didn’t see you there. Fancy meeting a wizard here.”

“Same here, I didn’t expect to see an elf here. Are you heading to the city of Dusk?”

“Indeed. I wanted to trade some goods from my forest with the merchants here to earn some coins, so I can provide my family with the daily necessities. Why is an archwizard like you vising such a small city?”

“Ah, there are many reasons. One of them is to look for an apprentice. Another is to find out more about the Rulers of the Elemental Planes.”

“If you are heading towards the City of Dusk, you must be looking for traces of the Rulers of Darkness, right?”

“Indeed. I intend to uncover more truth about what happened to them after they sealed those… things.” Remembering how Nectilius tried to censored me about The Inversionalists, I have to not say the name as well.

“Well, have fun about that. No one has come close to discovering where any of the Rulers of Darkness has vanished to.”

We continued talking until we reached the gates. The guards there allowed both of us in after checking through our inventory.

“We have to part ways here.” I told the elf. “I’m going to first look for an inn to stay for the entire period I stay in the city.”

“Farewell, then.”

I turned and walked down a street. Many mythical creatures and demi-humans passed by me: Goblins, imps, centaurs, demons, angels, dwarfs, and many more. I don’t think I have seen most of these creatures in the Elemental Realm. The reason is because most of these creatures are stored in another dimension and is only summoned whenever a war between the Darkness and the Light Elemental Plane happens, which has not happened ever since Luricerite was gone. (Which contradicts the common understanding that Light and Darkness often fights.)

As I continued walking down the street, I reached an opening in the city where a large statue of a certain armoured man is standing, on one of its hand is a sword, and that sword is piercing through an armoured creature which is twice as large as him. I admired the statue.

That must be Master Inoxion. I thought. The other creature… maybe it’s one of the members of The Inversionalists?

I continued staring at the statue when suddenly I heard a swishing sound, and then my pocket feels empty. I turned and saw someone rushing past me.

Pickpockets.

I raised my staff, and shouted “Chronos Immobilization!” The theft froze in his tracks and some creatures begin staring at him. I walked over to the theft and opened up his left hand, which appears to be clenching something. Inside I found a pouch of gold coins.

That is not mine.

I searched around my pockets to see what exactly has been stolen, then I discovered the Coarlum fruits are missing from my pockets. I then begin fumbling through his pocket, until I felt something small and round. Just as I was about to take it out someone grabbed my hand.

“Archwizard, whatever your name is, why did you stop this person in his tracks?”

I turned to look at who grabbed me. It was a man wearing a plate armor, without a helmet. I will make a guess that he is probably a knight or swordsman.

“He stole my things while I wasn’t looking. I’m just getting my things back.” I replied.

“Let me get it for you. What is stolen from you?”

“Some fruits that I have. They are quite rare so I need to have them back. They are purple, small and round. I have around 10 of them left before this person stole it from me.”

I moved my hand away from the theft’s pocket and let the man searched it for me. He fumbled through the theft’s pocket and fished out a handful of Coarlum fruits.

“Are these what you are looking for?” He asked.

“Correct.”

The man hand over the fruits to me. I counted them, before transferring them into my pocket.

“May you please allow him to move again so we can take this person to custody?”

I waved my hand over the theft, and he continued running again, but the man grabbed his arm before he could move any further than 2 steps ahead of him.

“Hey there, mister. You just committed a crime in front of a Knight. Do you know that you are not supposed to steal anything from anyone at any time, no matter the circumstance?”

The theft quivered a little, he pulled his arm away from the Knight, then he began to scream as he covered his face with his hands.

“I am talking to you! Are you…”

The entire sky suddenly is covered with dark clouds, and a lightning struck and hit the theft. The theft starts to distort, the surroundings become glitched, the theft then transformed into a large dark Phoenix. A gale started howling throughout the area. Everyone around started fleeing the scene, but found that they are trapped within an invisible barrier. The Knight took out his sword and started murmuring.

“This again…. I’m unsure if I can get away alive this time.”

I know what he meant by this. This Phoenix must be a result of The Inversionalists. Well, that does not matter now, the most important thing now is to get rid of it before it starts killing the citizens.

“Archwizard, do me a favour!” The Knight shouted at me.

“What is it?!”

“Please do not attack this Phoenix until I am dead!”

“But…!”

The Phoenix cried and fired a dark orb from its’ mouth towards the Knight. The Knight run towards the orb and attempt to slice it in half with his sword. He is successful in doing so, but the halved orb duplicated itself two and formed 2 dark orbs, one flew directly into the Knight and explodes, causing the knight to explode into chunks of flesh and blood, another swivelled to another direction and fly towards a family. They started screaming as it approaches them.

I raised my staff and was about to use a spell when the Phoenix cried again and flapped its wings, creating hundreds of small dark orbs, which all started flying towards me. I have this feeling that The Inversionalists are trying their very best to kill me through any means, and tries to make it look like an accident in the process.

“Barrier Construction, Duo!”

I threw up a barrier for myself and the family. The orbs crashed into the barrier, exploding every time it hits it. As I wait for the bombardment to be over, the Phoenix stayed still on the ground, crying out into the sky every now and then. I materialized my Chrono Corruption and allowed my magic to connect with the sword.

When the bombardment is finally over, I flew up in the air, and, using my sword, sliced across the Phoenix. The Phoenix is sliced into half, but the dark flames within itself crackles and merge itself back together again.

That is when I remembered a characteristic of a Phoenix: They regenerate. I need to be able to destroy this Creature in one blow without a single trace of its’ flame remaining before it is completely defeated. The Phoenix cried again and this time, instead of summoning more of the dark orbs, it caused the ground below me to crack and dark flames rose from the cracks.

Luckily for me, I still have the shield on. However, I need to think of the other problem here, because if this fight drags on, it will only make it more obvious that I am no ordinary Archwizard due to me not being able to run out of magic at all. However, if I want to completely destroy this Phoenix, I have to use a large Area of Effect spell, and if anyone is close by, they will be completely obliterated. So first, I need to shatter the barrier trapping everyone here first.

”Void Annihilation!”

The barrier around the region shattered, and people begin fleeing the scene. The Phoenix seems to be angered by this, and cried out loud in the sky, causing lightning to strike me. I wait until everyone are far away enough from then Creature, then I prepared my attack. I dematerialized the Chrono Corrupter, and materialized Sword of Heavens.

Sword of Heavens is a katana crafted by one of the finest blacksmiths in the Light Elemental Plane. It is said to allow the user to call upon the power of Light, and cause the user to resonate with the Ancient Beast of Light, which is a Manticore. It is said to extinguish all forms of Darkness that it cuts through, and is treasured greatly by the Rulers of Light in the Light Elemental Plane. In the process of sealing away the Ancient Beasts, however, this sword is sacrificed in the process of the sealing. Since I have the ability to call upon any object, I can create this sword at will.

“Banisher of Darkness: Heavenly Judge!”

I poured in a large amount of my magic in the sword and, using the sword as a focus point, fired a giant beam of light towards the Phoenix. The Phoenix gave one last long cry before being melting into small dark flames and extinguished by the light beam.

I dematerialized the sword, and look at the damage done by my attack, together with what the Phoenix did. There is now a gaping hole towards the north of the city, and the statue that I have been admiring a while ago has completely vanished. Various craters are visible on the ground, and chunks of meat with a pool of blood at a spot.

I sighed. This is not the first time I have to clean up a mess due to how much fighting I have been through. I guess I have to bear the fate of continuously fighting and fixing everything.

“Chronos: Reversal Time!”

The damaged buildings have their gaping holes filled up, the chunks of meat and blood fused together and regrow to become the Knight again. I walked over to the Knight.

“Do you feel ok there, Knight?”

The Knight coughed up a little bit of blood, and then spoke to me.

“Where… did the Phoenix go?”

“I annihilated it. I used a powerful Light spell to destroy that Creature. I had to fix some of damage done because of it and my spell then I revived you.”

“Thank you very much for clearing up the mess. We owe you a gratitude from the King that governs this city. What is your name, Archwizard, so I can inform of the King of the service you have provided?”

“Innight.”

The Knight made a gasping sound. Then he said:

“Come on, don’t joke around with us. You can be honest with us.”

“I am not joking around. My name is really Innight. Or the other name I’m known is Zealus, but I use that less commonly.”

The Knight took my hand.

“Archwizard Innight, you MUST come with me.”

“Huh? But…”

“Just come with me. Our King will really like to meet you.”

“Can we wait until tomorrow? I need to find a place to live first, then I need to find out some people here, after that then I can visit the King.”

“No, you must come immediately! This is extremely important and will decide on our future!”

Fine.

I followed the Knight towards the East of the city, where a towering castle is in sight.

This is going to be great. More time wasted on rubbish like this.