"You could do everything right in existence. You could plan for all contingencies and possibilities. But sometimes, shit just happens." -THE Genesis Monarch, Unknown Time.
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At this time, near a Shelter of THE Loom that had its massive door struck open, a scene unfolded that showed conquest dressed in the robes of salvation.
Early Creatures and Living Elementals were situated in neat rows, their forms pressed against the barren ground of THE Wastes in postures of submission that their existence had never been designed to assume. They knelt with heads bowed, their authorities diminished, their pride extinguished by force that exceeded their capacity to resist.
They all looked toward the man responsible for breaking into their Shelter and dragging them out here.
A young man with dark hair and a silver robe stood before them with the bearing of one who believed himself right!
