Prologue

The Legend of the Liberator

From the depths of time, in scrolls long buried beneath the ruins of forgotten realms, the ancient prophecy emerges once more. In the twilight of the age of oppression, when the wheels of captivity spin without end and the cries of the downtrodden are drowned by silence, one shall rise. Not by chance, but by fate’s design, The Liberator will come forth, cloaked in mystery, carrying the weight of all that is and all that will be.

The old words speak of a moment when the stars align, and the veil between the known and unknown parts. On that day, a savior, chosen not by birth but by destiny, shall step forward to confront the unseen rulers, the shadowed Hamluminati who, for eons, have bound hamsterkind in the invisible chains of their design. This figure—foretold by the sages—shall break the cycle of endless toil, freeing the enslaved from the wheel of control.

As it is written: The wheel shall cease, the shackles shall crumble, and the time of liberation shall dawn upon the land. Only then shall the true light of freedom shine. But beware, for the path of the Liberator is veiled in shadows, and only when the hour is most dire shall the chosen one reveal themselves. The signs are near. The time is at hand.