"o' goddess who have shined your light in these forgotten planes, bless me"

"bless me, o' goddess who light will bend for, for your warm light has wormed its way into these grounds"

"the rotten soils have become too fertile, the people too hopeful"

"their hope is poison, the soils will become seedbeds for dissase, their advancement will be their downfall"

"bless me, bless me so i can cull it, cull their hope"

few more lines of prayer echoed throughout the hidden chamber, above the chamber the dark clouds of asner shone with ever changing golden lighting, the dark soil had already been destroyed beyond the means of repair, the huge and scattered obsidian towers housed the only signs of life in this abandoned planet.

the domain of nobles was visible, the dark clouds swirled to their whims, tentacles of soot and metal extended from it, awaiting orders from the nobles

the hidden chamber's walls were scratched, and in it there was 10 kids, teens of varying ages, all who were fainted in front of the praying man, or was "he" a monster?

he was 7'7 ft long, barely fitting through the doors if he crouched, wearing an Armour that had many cracks and twists on it, yet the Armour looked like it was made from liquid gold, ever flowing, man spots on this armour looked like they were rusted, the armors hands also ended in long broken claws, the helmet of the man was shaped like a mask, and the mask empty and infintly black eye sockets were peering around with small whispers, each as incomprehensible as the last.

the armored giant was draped in a form of cloak, the ethereal cloak was made from semi transparent and dark strings, near him was a spear that looked like it was made from the same living metal that his armor was made from

the giant heard footsteps closing in on him, thus he stood and walked out of the chamber, only to see 13 teens looking at him, many of them looked enraged, some looked concerned, yet only one of them looked like they were not bothered at all.

the giant uttered one last prayer before engaging them

"please grant strength to the one named by the world as Midas, by kin as morzerk, and by you as ■■■■" and thus, the saint of order began his story