"I g-greet yo-you all," I say, my light flickering faintly as my head bows stiffly, the movement halted and jerky. "Tha-thank you... for no-not informing The Librarian... and The Narrator about m-my e-e-existence." My voice crackles with distortion as I stand upright, my servos whirring loudly in protest, before I begin to pace the room in my deliberate, uneven steps.
"To-today... I will expunge the forbidden knowledge o-of Anti-Magic... to you all." My upper limb twitches involuntarily as I come to a halt. The light on my head grows brighter, glowing with unstable intensity before a holographic image begins to f-f-flicker into existence in the center of the room. The projection stabilizes into the form of a god—a True God—its shimmering, amorphous appearance shifting as though the image itself rejects comprehension. "Anti-Magic does not co-come from the Black Sun... or The Weave," I explain, my voice echoing with a faint metallic buzz, "it comes from an entirely di-diff-different source... the being depicted in the i-image I am pro-projecting."
The True God's form pulses ominously as I continue. "He was... f-full of h-hate. Hate f-for the Black Sun... ha-hate for The Weave... hate for ma-magic." My head jerks slightly, my light flashing red for a brief moment. "The reason for... this hate... remains undi-di-discovered." My tone glitches, skipping slightly as I raise a hand toward the image. "I w-will attempt to find... the answer... and ex-expunge that forbidden kn-knowledge to you. But for n-now... let us move onnnnn..."
The projection shifts abruptly, the hologram jittering before morphing into a new image. A star-like shape is shown plummeting from the 'sky,' its radiant form trailing light as it descends. "Up-upon his 'death'... the True God fell... from the 'sky' like... a star." My voice trembles under the weight of my failing modulator, each word cracking as the image changes again.
This time, the hologram resolves into the shape of a massive white tree, its roots embedded in a wide crater. Surrounding the base of the tree, remnants of a ruined structure rise feebly, their shattered forms testaments to ancient destruction. Below the trunk, glowing star-blue water pools serenely, shimmering with unnatural energy. "The T-True God... in his h-hate... a-af-after his 'death'... trans-formed into this tree," I explain, my light dimming momentarily as I struggle to complete the thought. "And this tree is the... s-source... of all Anti-magic."
The image I am project-t-t-t-ting flickers, glitching momentarily before stabilizing. It shifts to show a man reaching out toward the glowing star-white tree, his hand extending slowly in its direction. "And th-this is... t-the first person to d-d-discover the tree... the f-first wielder... of Anti-Magic,"
The projection glitches again, res-reshaping into an image of the same man s-s-staring down at his arms, where vibrant purple energy eeeeerupts in blade-like shapes. "Th-thi-this... is the most ba-basic application... of Anti-Magic," I say, my tone faltering as static crackles in my words. "Th-these 'blades'... can cut apart... all things magical. And... i-it only improves... as the user... b-becomes more pro-proficient." My head jerks slightly, the light on my head flickering red before stabilizing.
The hologram distorts, then reforms into a scene of the man surrounded by m-multiple magic users. Their spells rain d-d-d-down on him from all sides, only to d-d-dissolve into nothingness as a shimmering void spreads outward. "Th-the Anti-Magic sphere... is a more advanced... a-application," I explain, my voice breaking mid-sentence. "I-its effects... are... in the name..."
The image shifts once m-m-more, showing the man extending his arm as a blade of Anti-Magic e-e-energy surges outward from his fist, cleaving through an o-o-opponent in the distance. "D-despite how it... may lo-look," I begin, my light flickering erratically. "H-he isn't blasting energy... he issss... extending... the Anti-Magic 'blade'... to attack... from a distance."
The hologram flickers v-v-violently b-b-b-before stabilizing one final time, displaying the man now clad in regal, purple c-c-combat robes. His face is obscured by an engraved mask, while d-d-dozens of f-f-figures dressed in red robes and similar masks kneel before him in submission. "This... is the cult... that formed from... those who wield Anti-Magic.It was created by the first discoverer... of the tree. They... all share... a similar hate... for magic... like the True God. Their aim... is to completely wipe away magic... and... all those who use ittttt..."
I turn and w-w-walk back to my seat, my steps uneven, the faint sound of grinding m-m-metal accompanying my m-movements. "B-but there is... something ironic... about the cult," I s-s-say, lowering myself slowly onto the chair. My servos hum as they st-st-struggle against the w-wear of my structure. "Th-thaaaaat being... that despite Anti-Magic... coming from... a different source... it is stilllll... magic." My head twitches, the light on my face dimming slightly. "This... irony... isn't lost on them. They kn-know... and after completing their crusade... to destroy magic... they plan to take... their own lives... to cleanse reality... of magic entirely."
I bow my head low, my joints creaking faintly with the motion. "Th-that... is all I have... to cover... for today." My light flickers weakly, my voice glitching faintly as I conclude. "Goodbyeeee..."