A long time ago, there was once a kingdom with a kind ruler who loved his people with all his heart. He was a kind and benevolent king who was wise and understood the value of sentient lives. All his people dream denizens big and small, nightmare and dream, hybrid and incomplete, thrived under his rule. 

And yet...
There was a Hero f̶̧̨̻̦͖̹͋̂͆̎͋̒̎͠ą̶̛̯̈́̄̇̔̀̌̓̐̃̐̈́̐͠l̷̜̬̾̈́̓̿̚͝ş̵͚͈̯̙̗̘̣̠̄̃̃͛̌͌̒͛̓̅̈̐͗̚é̶͙̞̯̗͛̉ ̴̡̟̫̲̥̩͈̝͇̿̇ͅh̴̡̝̖͕̘̲̗̺̬̭͇̻̿ě̷̛͓͖̫͓̟̳̹̙̮̊͌̾͜͜͠͠r̵̛̺̭̩͈͖̥̰͎̬̳͙̓̒̅̉ͅo̸̢̯͚̜͕̻͉͖͍͖͊̌͂͗͂͜ who came to deliver forced salvation d̸͎̰̀̓͑͛͂ę̷̙̘̝͍̦̠̰̳̤͇̜͈͙͊́̏̃͗̊̉̀͗͘ș̶̢̛̯̭̲͎͔͍̲̼̲̔̍͑́͂̅́̑t̶̢̩̬͕̞̤̗̫͙̩̏̒͊̍̇̊̀̇͌̏́r̶̮̜͇̚u̴͕̹͈͖͖̙͙͉̳̓̓͆̑̂̽͊̊̑͊͋͠c̴̛͓̭̫̜͉͉̼̦̦̱̮͙͉͋̏͊̎̓̀̓̈́̋̒̔͋̄͠ͅt̸̙͇̔̀̏͋̓̚į̴̛̛̘̠̽̈́͊̏͗̍̈͊̌̊͆̍͝ỏ̴̧͈̙̱͙͖̹̖͚͖͔͕̊ṉ̴̩͚̭͚̰̱͇̣̈́̑̍ͅ upon his people.

Expelling what he thought was Evil, Ugly, an Abomination, and leaving trails of aether and fragments in his wake.

The ruler mourned their loss and gathered up an army to combat the Hero and did his best to lead his people to victory. Their battle was full of heart with a bond like no other and they went into war, optimistic that they would return to their families, to their kingdom as saviors. 

However, the difference between a Hero of Prophecy and a Kingdom accustomed to peacetime was much too vast. Hundreds of Thousands of civillians lost their lives, dream denizens of all sorts lost to the void, to the aether that cycles their fragments and particles into a meaningless loop. The ruler looked on with horror as his kingdom became a barren wasteland of its former glory.

The Ruler fled, his kingdom ruined, his world extinguished, and the hero raving about how he had eradicated another source of evil. A lesson engraved in the young ruler's heart that only the winners will ever write history's final words, no matter how convoluted and disgusting and filled with lies they were.

The young ruler rebuilt his kingdom from lies, from gold he found and dug up with bloodied hands.

Never again would he lose to another, never again would he ever grow accustomed to peacetime. Never again will he let another Hero come in and tear apart his modest kingdom. He must expand this land, extend his reach, and Conquer them all. 

The source of the Hero's power was not of this w̴̨̡̢̧̧̻̝͎̣̤̻̘̟͖͎̒͌̍͑̏̔̍́ờ̴̡̰͎͚̖̺̙͙͈̹͍̫̮̱̽͐͛r̵̥̓̀̀l̶̨̢̡̧̹̝̖̟̲̘̱̰̐̇̆̀̊͜d̵̢͎͚̜̭̈́̿̀̌̉̓́̃́̀͋̕͜w̴̨̡̢̧̧̻̝͎̣̤̻̘̟͖͎̒͌̍͑̏̔̍́ờ̴̡̰͎͚̖̺̙͙͈̹͍̫̮̱̽͐͛r̵̥̓̀̀l̶̨̢̡̧̹̝̖̟̲̘̱̰̐̇̆̀̊͜d̵̢͎͚̜̭̈́̿̀̌̉̓́̃́̀͋̕͜w̴̨̡̢̧̧̻̝͎̣̤̻̘̟͖͎̒͌̍͑̏̔̍́ờ̴̡̰͎͚̖̺̙͙͈̹͍̫̮̱̽͐͛r̵̥̓̀̀l̶̨̢̡̧̹̝̖̟̲̘̱̰̐̇̆̀̊͜d̵̢͎͚̜̭̈́̿̀̌̉̓́̃́̀͋̕͜. He needs to ì̴̥̮͖̭̠̗̬̲̹̰̩͎̰͝͠n̴̖̪̯̮͊̈̃̎̀͆̔͂̕͜͝v̷̪͌͂̑͗͛́̔a̴̡̡̪̝͇͎̭͇̅d̴̢̤̕ẻ̸̗̻̲̹͕ and c̵̢̬̫͚̰̦̱̺͛͌̆̓́͛͐̿̕o̶̢͔͔͓̫̠̻̦̫̾̔͗́ͅr̴̢̛̯͚͈͚̥̉͂̅̋̃̏͌͛̾̈̈́͂̕͜ȓ̴̡̢̩̭̮̺̠͙͚͊̎͂̍̉̿͠͝ụ̴̡̧̱̙͔̘̭̺̂̃̄̈́̍̿̆̿̌͗͘̕͘̕͜͝p̴̨̡̠͕̪͙̌̋͐̐͆̈́̊̐͗̌͌ẗ̵͓̥̹̙͍͙͈̯̳̃̄̆͜͜ͅ the p̸̧̱͚̟̻̤̮̟̘͉̹̟̠͋̎̍͋̽̍̈́͋͛͑ṟ̷̡̡͔͚̦̪̫̩̜̣̦̤̿̊͛̃̍͌̋̃̅́̕͠ͅô̶̧̡̲̳͈̲̞̤̰̹̠̤̏͠m̸͔̅̇̄̔̏̾̆̀͛͊̾̽̈̾͛í̷̤̖̫̽̂͆̅͒͛̑́̆̏͘̕ş̷̛̰̱̞̟͋̓̇͒̍̕͝e̸̡̲̝͇͉̩͇̬͑ͅͅd̴̡̬͍̩͎̏͝ ̶̲͍̔̋́͐͑̄́̍͆̈l̸̨̉̿̎̀͐̆̂͗̀̚a̵͍̳̟̞̖̝̪̠̤̦̺̲̬͋͆͊̌̅̄͋̈̀̿̑͘͝͠n̷̻͉̠͔͖̱͎͙̘͖͇̭̗͔͆̒͊́̓̈̎̀͐̆͘͘͘ͅd̸̻̓͆̈̃̈́̔̌͛̋̍̆̀̕͠.̶̪̘̻̺͍̠͉̭̑̽̅̋͒͛̀͂͐̊̎͊̄̌̕

T̸̟̭͔̲̰͈͍̳̹̗̂̃̔͋̌̃̀̏̔̿͝h̷̹̦̠̮͖̀̂̐̆̆̏̇ͅa̸̧̟̝̪̹̩̞̼̻͌̈́ͅt̶͍̪̫͔̯̯̐͐̐̑͗͑̔̾̕̕͜ ̴͉̦̤͚̰̐̑̀̐̾̍̎͊͌́͒̓͐̽ì̷̧̟̻̣͇̲̊̃̉͐́̆̈́s̶̹͉̬̳͍̣̼͉̘̜̦̲̼̭̀̓̈̂̄͒͒͘͘͠ ̸̨̛͈̪̱̣̼̤̹̹͇͕̔͋̄̀͂̚̕͜ͅḧ̶͖͇̙͔̜̜̫̭̼́̈́̽̐͐̏͑̋͐͝͝ì̴̤̲̦̻͎͔͓̬͔͖̞̘̅̌̔͗͌̌̐̉̍̂̒͘̕ͅͅs̷̡̩͓͖͉̝̼̼̻̱͔̪̗͓̐́͌͛̇͐̉̍̚ ̷̨̢̨̛͖̥̥͎̩̦͋͛̔̕̕c̷̢̱̗̟͎̓̀̿̀̒̔̓̈͗̈̚̕͜ö̷̢͈̳̹̮̼̬́͗̃̔́͗̐̀͂̏ñ̸̨͍̜̳̤̜̣͒̐̓̎͑̑̃̅̕͘̕͝q̶̡̤̼͓̑͠ͅư̴͖͕̱̪͔͍͍͂͊͌̈́̀͐͆̓́͋͘̕e̸̼̮̠̩̻̰̝͈̜͑͒̊͌͗͂͗̍̌̎̌̉̕͝s̵̨̯̥͕̪̪̫̩̯̫̈̀̽͠t̷̨̝͖͉͇̗̺͕̩͎͇̉̎̀̓̐̉̓̀̚͝ͅ.̵̢̨̡̢͉̩̦̩̻̙̼̥̓̀͗̌̚̕ͅ