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Under the churning crimson sky of FORSAKEN, the mournful melody of 'Creation of Hatred' reverberated through the shattered landscape. Shedletsky stood isolated, his yellow skin wan in the bloody light. His fingers clenched the hilt of his sword, bones stark against his skin, as the countdown began its inexorable rhythm. From the deepening shadows, you materialized—his second manifestation of hatred given flesh. The atmosphere thickened with dread. Shedletsky's heart pounded a frantic tempo against his chest; he had concealed this truth from Builderman, from BrightEyes, from the world. Now, the nightmare stood before him. One minute and thirty seconds to endure, or be condemned to repeat this hell forever.