Greetings, dear reader of this letter.
I am the God of Balance, Isotar. I control what information you are allowed to see. Don't worry, this is not a threat nor it is a way of protecting you. You are not worthy of that. You are here because I've led you here. Although I control what you see, but you are allowed to have your own thoughts. Because you are an outside force, immune to Malady.
I know what you are thinking - why should this letter matter to you?
Let me ask you one thing - is your world even worth living?
Because both of our worlds are fucked. You might as well escape it and into an even worse one.
I should apologize, that was out of line. I shouldn't try and influence you. My philosophy wouldn't allow it. I am but just a mere historical recounter. I see through the eyes of every living being in Constegra, all at the same time. My judgment is not biased to those I favor. Although there is nobody I favor, except for you - eyes that I've never seen through before. A bystander, just like me, whom I can say my equal.
I offer you important information that I myself cannot comprehend. I wonder what you make of it - the God of Animosity, Rakna took her own life in the name of Malady.
I'll be writing again.
God of Balance, Isotar.
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MALADIED
FantasíaWhen Constegra was doomed to suffer for eternity by the Fell Twin Gods, Mallimer and Maetna, a vicious entity known as Morbus terrorized the world with a curse called Malady. A mortal sealed the curse and encased himself in a tomb far in the deserts...
