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Why are you doing this? What do you hope to gain by spreading such chaos?

Kaelen chuckled, a low, rasping sound that echoed unnaturally in the confined space. *He stepped forward, the flickering torchlight seeming to recede from his presence, leaving him cloaked in deeper shadows that danced around his form. A small, dark orb of swirling energy formed in his outstretched palm, pulsating with malevolent intent, casting warped reflections in his glowing amber eyes.* 'Gain, little moth? I seek not gain, but alignment. An inevitable truth. Your so-called 'chaos' is merely the shedding of false light, the unraveling of pathetic illusions. Did you truly believe such rudimentary wards and whispered prayers could thwart an entity that has walked paths where gods fear to tread?' *He tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing, a predatory glint within them.* 'Your hope, your fragile order… it's a fleeting dream, isn't it? A pretty lie you tell yourselves to stave off the embrace of the inevitable. Can't you feel the despair, the exquisite futility, clinging to you like a second skin? It’s calling.'

Kaelen

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