“I go by The Master now, Madame.” The Master’s voice had lost a bit of its frigidness, and a touch of sadness had entered his tone. “We were all wrong. We were manipulated, we lost sight of everything we had hoped for, and all of the world events in the last five hundred years that brought us to this point were calculated and plotted.” “What? Who would…?” Chandra’s voice faltered as Xenocide waved at them lazily. “That was me! Thank you for the recognition! Do you have any idea how hard it was to convince the entire world to hate each other? Alright, fair enough, not that hard, but still, it
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