"The war." The knight said.
"Long ago, the multiverse was a peaceful place. All races of beings, from across space and time, we're peaceful and benevolent. However, there were two Races that ruled over the all. Us..." the knight looked at a painting on the wall. It depicted the knight's and the Xir'algath living in harmony together. "-And them. We had existed as long as the mu.tiverse itself. We knew upon our self creation what our mission was: to create and protect the world's and beings within the multiverse. The Xir'algath were never always this way. They were once peaceful and kind beings, until..." the knight showed them another picture of a Xir'algath warrior. He was the largest and strongest, and seemingly the most brutal. The picture depicted him sitting upon a throne of the skulls of his enemies. "-Him. He was the Xir'algath's leader, my brother. One day, he had become convinced that he should be the rightful ruler of the multiverse, that he alone was the only being with the power and ambition to do so. It hurt to see my brother consumed with greed. We knew we had to stop him, soWe exiled him from the multiverse. However, it wasn't without struggle. Somehow, he had gotten all of the Xir'algath on his side, and we hashed it out for a period of weeks before finally driving him out." The knight turned to face the others. "Since then, my brother and the Xir'algath have only grown more bitter and brutal. For a period of time, they knew that they could not directly fight against St us. So they worked through other beings in the multiverse, subtly influencing their subconscious minds."
He showed everyone a picture of their worst enemies. Among them were the Gamemaster. Mark clenched his fists at the sight of him.