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You meet "Ardashir", who prophesies that you will keep using your powers to save others, only to worsen your injuries, and how you will wither away in misunderstanding and hatred.
- Ardashir?
Please stop. You are already exhausted.
- Endministrator
Now it's you, Ardashir...
- Ardashir?
It doesn't matter who's trying to remind you. It's your body. You know it best, don't you?
- Ardashir?
Alleikhreos has reopened the wound inflicted on you by Æther. Your physical form will collapse like an avalanche.
- Ardashir?
One by one our exiled kin will return, yet you turned your back, and foolishly chose the path of hate.
- Ardashir?
Your choices will nourish the wound. You will gradually push yourself ... till utmost destruction.
- Ardashir?
The future is obvious. To protect the Civilization Band, you will continue to use your powers, over and over again.
- Endministrator
Even then, the likes of you will not succeed.
- Endministrator
I do not fight alone. Countless others will rise and stop you.
- Ardashir?
It seems you have great faith in your followers.
- Ardashir?
But how many of them are there? And how would you convince them that your great enterprise will succeed?
