I’m getting closer and closer to understanding who the real puppet-master is. No, I knew from the start that it was all the Shadows’ fault—but it seems I found their main minion. He wears a top hat, is a rare jerk, and lives in Africa.
You’d think: where is Liechtenstein, and where is Africa? But what are pathetic distances to the Architect inside a single world when you need to smack another ugly creature?
Yes, I’m not a Hunter, but I can hunt. Not for nothing did the Great Hunters come to me to share experience. Fine, I’m lying… we just… hm… had a culturally relaxing time, because at our age there were so few pleasant conversationalists. But we also shared experience!