1 |
Nicholas Claus, the keeper of tradition. He fears the loss of old customs. I will cloud his mind with doubt, make him question his legacy. |
2 |
The young ones, they are forgetting their roots. I shall plant seeds of indifference, make them care little for the past. |
3 |
Even his beloved elves, I can make them restless, questioning their purpose in this modern world. Tradition, after all, is but a relic. |
4 |
Nicholas will see his cherished symbols fade, lost to time. I revel in his despair. |
5 |
His heart is heavy with the weight of his failures. He must realize the futility of his efforts to preserve what is already gone. |
Final |
Nicholas Claus's doubts are my strength. We will witness his slow fall. Let us move to the next. |