You are the Assassin of Chaos. Born alone. Forced together. Grown apart from everyone. You have taken scythe and Chaos into hand and decided to take on the grunny Diedrich for his Proclamation. You are ceaseless.
You have been taken.
You are free of such a task. Free from mortal coils. Free from any who would oppose. Free from Diedrich. Expect nothing from him now.
Take of the necessary. You will only take as I do.
... You do not do so. You stand and try and fight again. Why so? For what reason do you fight? Is it for yourself? Is it for another?
For nothing? You fight for nothing, null, Void. I laugh at this. You fight for no reason. I like it. But your blade will not pierce my hide whilst my wings still flap and my eyes still see.
Why do you aim for my neck, Assassin? Why not the wings that flap and the eyes that see? Is it so you can take the head that is? That only worked once.
Yet you still aim to fight me? Very well.
There is a knife for you. It is called [view of game]. Pick it up.
You may use it as you wish. Many things are of a threat to you now. None of them will succeed in lasting long, though.
... You do not accept the knife?
Then it is a gift from Oryx, of Long Thought. Consume your opponents. Overwhelm them with speed.