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11. The Device of the Hylden

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I breached the Eternal Prison, where the madmen scream and crawl, To find the dark machinery behind the fortress wall. A giant underground nightmare, the Device is turning gears, Fueled by the ancient hatred of a thousand forgotten years! A beast was locked inside it, a monster made of pain, I recognized the features through the horrific crimson stain. Magnus, my oldest champion, my general of old, Left to rot in madness, by the traitors bought and bold! The machine is breathing poison, drawing life from the land, A terrifying weapon built by a long-banished hand! The Hylden are behind it, pulling strings from the dark, And the Sarafan Lord is just their proxy mark! The Device is turning! The Nexus Core bleeds! Feeding the hunger of the nightmare's needs! The ancient enemy! Screams from the void! Leaving the balance completely destroyed! Magnus is weeping! Tearing his flesh! Trapped in the executioner's mechanical mesh! We fought in the shifting tunnels, the titan and the king, No words of ancient brotherhood could stop his feral swing. His mind was completely shattered by the prison's endless night, Forcing my heavy executioner blade to end his tragic fight! I took his mind-gift from him, the power to pierce the shield, As the full scope of the conspiracy was finally revealed. The Device is built to murder every living soul on earth, To give the banished Hylden race a terrifying rebirth! "Kain... my lord... the prison... it never stops. The Sarafan Lord... he serves the ones from the pit. Destroy the Device... kill the master of the gate!" The Device is turning! The Nexus Core bleeds! Feeding the hunger of the nightmare's needs! The ancient enemy! Screams from the void! Leaving the balance completely destroyed! Magnus is weeping! Tearing his flesh! Trapped in the executioner's mechanical mesh! "I put my old friend out of his misery. The blood of the traitors was sweet, but the clock was ticking. The Sarafan Lord was opening the gate... and I had to march to the Wharves to finish the war."