**Glasses and the Dark Moon:**
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A great tragedy had struck Glasses of the Dark Moon. The wits and brains behind their operation. Exactly three years back from now, the young master of the house that was closest to the Ediab forest had decided to come and flip their grand idea of trying to revive themselves over.
It was always like this. Even thousands and thousands of years ago, some man named the millennium wizard had killed the second generation of the Dark Moon, and the Mirxa's were the greatest enemies of the fourth generation.
It was widely assumed that the original Dark Moon and his seven whips thousands of years ago had helped a great hero ascend through the worlds. Whatever that meant.
Glasses had hoped to revive the glory of the Dark Moon with the help of the greatest whip master he could find and indoctrinate.
But as luck would have it, he was now stuck…
"Say, glasses. Shouldn't you guys do something to expand now?"
