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Ahead of me is an all encompassing darkness. The great unknown. Mired by a deep, suffocating fog. Had I been tempted to leave the Tower, to witness for myself what was beyond? Many a times; in fact, I've even attempted to cross the great divide, in the hope that perhaps one day, I would be free of my fate. Alas, that was not to be so, for the Tower needed me for its own devices. And so, each time I had attempted cross the barrier, I was met with naught but an empty void; an endless plain of black and white, with only the long withered trees to keep me company. For years I had walked, only to see the same sights over and over, until I finally decided to turn back; in an instant, the fog left, and ahead of me the decrepit Tower stood, mockingly into the heavens. I am powerless to its will. Yet, there was a promise. Were I to fulfill my duty, then I too will be set free. And so, I stand patiently in wait for the next who would attempt take up the mantle. The ones who would enter the Tower, and set me free. With such a simple promise, I've maintained my sanity for millennia. For each day may be the day that I met my saviors... Ahead of me, I catch glimpse of 7 silhouettes. I could not smell the stench of death, nor the aura of corruption or madness that I had grown so accustomed. Humans. And so it is that I could finally feel a hint of my promised freedom. I allow them exit of the fog, until I could see their figures clearly. A foreign swordsman. A graceful artisan. A bestial warrior. A knight of conviction. A seeker of knowledge. A sinner of amends. And an envoy of the Dark. Had they been tempted by the Towers' embrace? Or had they come to quell this evil? They did not know. Their decisions at the face of absolute evil would mold new convictions, or powerful Demons. "Welcome, Heralds, to the Tower of Demons. I am the Mystic, and I will give you guidance, should you need it, to overcome the great challenges that lie ahead. You have no doubt come to the Tower to relinquish the evil and reclaim humanity. I invite you to your duties, and pray for your success," I tell them. I then step from the Tower's great rusted iron gates, decorated with the insignia of vines, serpents, and crowns, to allow them entrance. The gates slowly pry open as if it was their own will, revealing a vast, empty hall of preserved stone, arches, and iron. "The Tower invites you. Go forth, if you've the courage to face evil that is beyond human imagination."