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Praise to the Chaos, dead to the Harmony.
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Upon the recent events of the Tree of Solais, a cloaked figure observed from the distance.
Its black robes absorbed the sunrays, a cold stare was given above the thousands upon thousands of sandy terrain.

" . . . "

The tree of Solais shone brightly within the city of sand. And as the tree emitted its vibrant colors, the man sent a threath upon those in the Expanse.


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"Fools. Do you believe you can evitate the inmitent Chaos? That your attempts to make your tree stronger will stop the storm that we are?

Pathetic.

I'll shatter your beings and bring turmoil and strife into your lives. All you've done is put off the inevitable; you're going to meet your demise shortly. Your tree will become a symbol of chaos and discord throughout the region rather than the divine glow it once emitted.


Harmony corrupts.
Love dies.

But Chaos? Chaos is eternal."


The figure dressed in black robes vanished into the foggy Expanse sands, leaving a warning for the Frontier people. A omen of things to come, of impending events that will fall upon the Expanse. Yet, just before vanishing, the hooded entity displayed a little trace of sorrow, a small and faint 'sorry' deep within from his hearth,  leaving the reason of why up in the air.
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