Radio Transmission to Heroes.
Hello, Gentlemen. Apologies for having to keep you all in the dark for so long, but as you will see later it was quite necessary.
My name is Eidolon, and I have been the orchestrator of these fair events. I am thoroughly impressed that all of you have made it this far, excluding the poor Captain Basch who seemed to have been less capable than I had hoped. KevinM, I think his real name was. But alas, I digress. I used to be just like all of you; young, energetic and more than willing to fight. And I assure you that I did fight. However, one day I realized something...
Obsidius Rex, might I ask you who is the man you take orders from in your company? Death Boy, might I ask you the same? As you had no idea to realize, it is the same person: Virgilijus. I assure you it is no coincidence he is giving orders to both of you. And I bet he also added the additional objective of killing the other teams. And do you know why he would do something like that? To get rid of the weak. And for those that survive and become legends -respected and feared by the world- you would trust him...and listen to him with even more attentive ears. I would know; I used to work for him.
But during one fight, if fight is the right word for something that barbaric, I heard his voice on the correspondence of the man I just killed. They have always said knowledge is power, but it would be more aptly defined as ignorance makes you weak. And I learned.
In my time as a defector, I have ran into the most evil and sinister scum and villainy imaginable. But unlike your dear Virgilijus, they were idiots: when they killed, it was in plain site and with their own hands. And I told myself I would bring them all down. All of them.
And that is why I brought them here, to Trenchton. With the promise of unlimited death and destruction (and a challenge) at their fingertips there was no doubt that they would follow me. I will be the first to admit that the deaths they caused were tragic, and I wish that they could have been avoided, but it could not: their lives were a needed sacrifice to draw Virgilijus out of his shell. With such death and destruction turning the city into a hell, I knew that he would send many of you. And being the power monger that he is, he did.
I know that many of you are injured, but you have helped me greatly. By myself, it would have taken years to hunt down and kill each of the villains that you have killed. Not to mention the best way to be rid of the enemy's troops is to make them yours. And for that I both apologize and thank you.
But onto what is happening now. There are 13 of you in the city. And while I wish it were possible that all of you could join me, I am afraid that is not possible. There is one thing that I must give Virgilijus credit for: recognizing that weakness is inherently tied to the absence of morality. I am fully aware of many of your aspirations and must say that they intrinsically conflict with mine. If this were only one person, it might be overlooked...but it is not. So I tell you this: by the end of the day there will only be three of you left. I am not worried about their aspirations, as they are strong and are the last standing. And good always stands at the end. And I feel the need to reiterate something: only three will remain. If night comes and there are more than three of you alive, I will see to it myself that my prediction will remain a truth.
Also: to my splinter cell team. I apologize for what happened at your meeting: I assure you I did not plan for such things to happen. However, please proceed upon our current objective.
I will be waiting on the highest floor of the Capitol Building. Waiting...and watching.
Good Luck, Gentlemen.
