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It was an endless strength that sustained him and kept him fighting. He dedicates himself to this power, a noble power, but also a merciless one, and one day he will not let it go. He helps the people he has created with their various problems, helping them to survive on the continent of Illusion, while at night he slaughters them brutally, drinking their blood and eating their flesh. On earth, he may fight for wars between empires, for wars between kings, for the greatness of mankind, but what does this have to do with him? Everything he did was not for himself, but for his country, for the people, and at the moment he could not care less, for he had an even more terrible opponent waiting for him. These were his last moments, and with remorse he kept brooding and