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<span class="mu-s">YEAR 108 OF THE RESURRECTION ERA</span>
You, Hass Takar, the Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony, can finally rest. Taking off the Deathmask of the Unspeakable, your labor is complete.
You don't feel relieved, truly. You've done terrible things while wearing the mask. The weight of those actions did not hit you then, when you were as iron underneath, but now, they feel all too real.
In the end, your genocide crusade was successful. No one can doubt your leadership, and your legacy is assured for all time. Look at how you much you conquered, all of the HVS, the Stand, and so many more. Your own people adore you, and yet it feels just a little bit hollow. You wish it didn't have to be this way. It is not the violence that unnerves you, it is simply the way it coddles and carries you, feeling like the first and last resort, all too easy and gruesome in its satisfaction. This is simply life in this universe, and there is no denying it.
Studying under Talacent, both as a robotic projection and the man in history, you can see the promise and the <span class="mu-s">dreams</span> that inspired him, and many leader of the Hegemony. It's message not one of total domination for the sake of it, but for the sake of defeating the true enemy. It is a shame then that, in order for your nation's purity and strength to endure forever and ever, it must come to this. Still, you strived to not be like Wrix, to not fill yourself with the persona of the UNSPEAKABLE and lose yourself in mania, and you did not. You simply did what was required by you by natural law. The law of survival and self preservation, the laws of game theory. By the edge of the knife, you've accomplished what so many warmongers have wanted. But it is simply routine at this point. Evolution and survival for its own sake, and nothing more.
At least, now that it is over, you can rest. With the supply of Azurium from The Stand being used to build the Great city of Myym, and the newfound territories ripe for exploitation, the future of the Hegemony in this ever-more connected and diplomacy focused world seems bright. If only the methods used to get there could be as noble as you had hoped. You had wished to content with a hateful, honored foe, but in the end, you scourged an infestation of ticks and parasites from their holes. There is no glory in it, only the ugly truth.
You put the mask away back in its case, to be used the next time the Supreme Ruler must remind this physical plane what the supreme authority by which all other authorities are derived...
