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Shale could instantly recognize the aura encircling him. It was somewhat ancient, but not quite as godlike as Hazarmaveth. At once, the shadow of the tree shifted once more, back into the proper form of the object. Out of the shadow, Shale appeared. He decided to respond to the voice, rather than taking action like he would normally rather do.

"Without disease, the lives of everyone would be miserable. Overpopulation would reign, and many would be homeless. Better to make a select few suffer than to make all suffer."

Shale chuckled a bit after his last statement, mainly to annoy the strange being.

"Of course, something like you cares nothing for life, just your own entertainment."