The screen flickers on, but instead of Chronos you see a figure covered in shadows, with glowing silver eyes.
"Hello." The figure had a deep, ancient voice. "I believe we haven't met yet. Call me 'Creator'. That will be enough for our... [i]partnership.[/i]
I am here to warn you. The Thirteen sit doing nothing but endless calculations, with no fruit to show for their labor.
Your heroes are distracted, oblivious of the real threat, fighting meaningless skirmishes. Laughable.
All the while, The Garden weakens, its prisoners breaking free.
Well, let me tell you this;
[i]I am not your friend.[/i]
[i]I am not your foe.[/i]
[i]I am... your salvation.[/i]"
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[spoiler]Ooh. A garden? Hehehe. Polycephalon would take an interest in this if they existed.[/spoiler]