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Somewhere on the ruins of Albus
Berserius Secretgarden was dead. He had fallen to the flawless blade of his own son, whose face now bore a grimace of pain and anger. Pain from seeing how greatly his own flesh and blood had been transformed — his father was unrecognizable. Pulsing, shapeless masses of guts, flesh, slime, and growths. Internal organs could no longer be called internal, for they were on the outside. In the empty gaze of the mutated eyes, nothing familiar could be discerned, but it was undoubtedly him. Nearby lay a Knight of Good Tidings with a nail driven into his forehead. Not far from him — a Knight of Distant Stars, slain by his own attack, which Ferlutz's shield had reflected back at him. A little further away, covered in a mass of cuts on its mutated body, lay the foul-smelling corpse of a Knight of the Rainbow Kaleidoscope. Today, the Knight of Flawlessness unexpectedly discovered a strange ability to control small metal objects by weight, and he no longer needed to hurl his favored weapon — he could do so with the power of his mind. It was through this skill that the abominable Knights of Gentle Peace and Perfect Strike were turned into pincushions.
On this day, the new lord of Albus swore to avenge all those who had inflicted such deep humiliation upon his family and friends.