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Five

I am the man with no eyes. The Lord of Sight. Fifth of the children.

I bridge the chasam between the world we came from and the world in which we hope to remain. I see what needs to be done to keep us here, be it murder of children, torture of dissidents, or the oppression of thousands.

We need people to hate us to survive. I do what I must, enjoy it and guide our people towards the end of this world, with the Inheritors on top. That is my purpose. I can dream of no other.

I am the leader of the groups of Inquisitors, Painguides and Torturers, teaching them new practices in order to make us remain in this world for longer without resorting to the Principle of Eldek.

The Thirteen owe their continued lifespans to me and my methods, despite those who believe it to be barbaric, useless or not stylish. We enslave entire species for years in order to keep us alive.

Pain is what is needed and the man with no eyes is more than happy to provide.

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