Prologue.

¿Has anyone ever known the agony of being a loser, or is the greatness of a winner defined only by their victories…?

¿Who hasn't crossed the fine line between reality and unreality and allowed themselves to be convinced by the shadows that anger is the right way to resolve things? If you look at your reflection in the water and don't recognize the person, perhaps you're not seeing yourself, but your higher self, what you want to achieve, but those barriers limit you from achieving…

¿Who hasn't given up the quest for immortality after surviving the bottom of the sea? ¿Who hasn't put aside their beliefs and convictions for a minute in their life?

Perhaps 10 years have passed, and children stopped being children a long time ago; We adults have grown older, but there are still vengeances sworn, alive and full of past memories of moments long gone by. It's not like taking a cookie, putting a red dot on it, and simply baking it. There are things that can no longer be convinced as they once did...

Serpentor has matured and developed much more strength. Perhaps the new generations know how to enjoy its supernaturalness and its youth at the same time. We continue to provide a good broth because through the twilight beyond Whistler, our name continues to resonate.

 The legacy lives on, and there are even aficionados who have tried to recreate it. But ¿since when can a copy surpass the original...?

If you still have air in your lungs, you can still keep fighting. If you still have two hands and two feet, you can stand up and gouge someone's eyes out. And if your voice fades away, it's not that they've left, it's that they're giving you the opportunity to attack from silence, because coincidences don't exist...

To cover up a good crime, you need a lot of plastic, maybe a saw, and too much acid, because we're not chickens to dissolve it: we're human to carry it out...

From the squad of obsession and platonicity, the dark revolution is born, but the one who was once captain is now its leader. ¿How far does he plan to go with his factory-made toys? Maybe, he thinks that something that isn't human is capable of carrying out what is deadly, but he forgets that whoever creates the toys in a factory of these kinds of deadly "toys" knows their weaknesses, and therefore how to make them resonate like a bomb: ¡¡¡BOOM!...

It would be fun to see him drag his miserable existence of yesteryear into a face-to-face, man-to-man battle beyond the Twilight: Those of the Dark Revolution versus Serpentor's past memories. ¿Who will win or who will lose? It takes more than one mind to execute everything perfectly, and the power of industry may be on your side, but you are only one brain, and more brains think better than one, because the return journey may be filled with darkness or light, bodies will rain or tears will rain, but something will have to rain, something will have to fall, one of the two will have to surrender...

Or maybe they will both have to die, but neither can go beyond the sunset in Whistler, the land of the dead, where the forest of lost tears reveals who is the winner and who will rot in the earth, their existence erased into oblivion, where no one will know who Patrick or Damian were... Foster or Tempus...

¿Which of the two will be erased from existence? The one who falls will lose, and the one who wins will have a gift bestowed by the forest itself... ¿Where will it take them? ¿To the past, the present, or the future? ¿Where will it all happen? ¿Will this affect time in the timeline and the Defiler cease to exist? Who knows, maybe, nothing exists anymore... the energy has already run out, or so it is thought...