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It's a pity that I cannot accompany you, my friend.
We are about to eradicate that detestable group,
A deranged cult that preys on children.
They give each of the children a poem
That glorifies a "past" entwined with inhuman torture.
The child named Corinchi was forced to strangle a venomous snake at the age of three,
While Dekamos played the harp until their pinky snapped.
To fulfill the delusions of the Mad One,
How many youths have been deprived of their lives,
Never becoming Corinchi, only to drown in despair?
And how many are on their way to becoming them,
Until they fall from the peak of Mount Tilkoya?
Even as we speak, the wicked rituals continue,
All to recreate the legends of heroes with the same tragic past.