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It already felt like years since Sten had given up.
Eons had slipped by as he stared into the void of his madness.
There was no more resistance, the fear and horror just washed over him like a violent storm. 
But there was nothing left to tear down.

Still giggling he stood up and staggered forward.
As he moved he felt like he could taste words and names in the air, smell feelings that accompanied them on the ground.
He heard a little bell jingle and smiled.
Slowly walking by the dark figures when their attention turned to poor Matt he mumbled.
[i]"The emperor broke the wheel. But the wagon won't break."[/i]

He strode past them to the other side of the street, straight towards an old game store.
Casually he picked up a brick and threw it into the window before him without breaking stride.
[i]"The magician has the moon, but the high priestes guards him. Only justice may prevail, for justice is trumped by the moon."[/i]
The alarm went off. A shrill beeping noise drowned out all sound for a minute. There was no apparent response.
Sten didn't seem to notice, nor did he seem to notice he scratched himself badly on the broken glass. A bloody cut showed on his shoulder.
The scent of fresh blood soaked the streets more and more.
Quikly thereafter he came out again with a deck of cards, he was shuffling them expertly while giggling.
Sten looked at the three without fear in his eyes, before shrouding himself in a cloud of flying cards.
Silently the cards fell to the ground and so did he.
He dipped his finger in the bloody cut and started to write letters on the cards.
[i]"Fear the sword of judgement, for it deceives all but one."[/i]