The Masked Man's Conviction

Actuass had made a lot of preparations. 

He had patiently waited for centuries and meticulously used all the resources he could find in Aigas, and that was all after a lot of research. The masked man was almost convinced that he knew more about this world than 99% of the living things here. 

Was his goal and hunger just that much deeper than that of anyone else?

Had the Ashing of Time not only distorted time but in the perception of the denizens of Aigas, but their fervour as well?

No matter.

It didn't matter.

All Actuass cared about was that finally, everything had fallen into place, and he did his best to make sure that it would all go according to plan.

That said, as he did all this, rage burned his heart.