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“Very well....” The entity flaunts through the destroyed home. He waits for everyone to enter, but is unable to depart just yet. The being steps outside the teleportation room and looks upon the grizzly, burning remains of the De’Sange homestead. His eyes look upon an old portrait, a significant portrait.

“Aleric De’Sange. Aleric....” The being mumbles. He turns as the house begins to crumble. He spikes his palm upon the jagged obelisk in the teleportation room and sends everyone to the MG world.