*a faint glimpse of the future flashes in the Guardian's mind...* A past I remember far too well, I made a horrible, horrible deal with an all powerful madman. I gave up my own freedom just to exist til the end of time, however this end is coming soon. It shall not be done by your hands, Ain Soph. But a far darker future looks over me without warning, a fate so cruel that I cannot accept this. Put an end to my torment, or perish by the right hand of the one who calls themselves “GOLDEN” For by his will, I shall perish or you shall falter.
